All life is a nap. The more naps you take the better.

The torments of martyrdom are probably most keenly felt by the bystanders.

There is some reason to believe that when a man does not write his poetry it escapes by other vents through him, instead of the one vent of writing; clings to his form and manners, whilst poets have often nothing poetical about them except their verses.

The hero is suffered to be himself.

Spoons and skimmers you can be undistinguishably together; but vases and statues require each a pedestal for itself.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.

And dazzling memory revive.Refresh the faded tints, Recut the aged prints, And write my old adventures, with the pen Which, on the first day, drew Upon the tablets blue The dancing Pleiads, and the eternal men.