Our poets are men of talents who sing, and not the children of music.

Observe how every truth and every error, each a thought of someone's mind, clothes itself with societies, houses, cities, language, ceremonies, newspapers

I feel the same truth how often in my trivial conversation with my neighbours, that somewhat higher in each of us overlooks this by-play, and Jove nods to Jove from behind each of us.

When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn.

Mankind divides itself into two classes,--benefactors and malefactors. The second class is vast; the first a handful.

Envy is ignorance, Imitation is Suicide.

Go forth into the busy world and love it. Interest yourself in its life, mingle kindly with its joys and sorrows.