For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem.

Of all wit's uses, the main one is to live well with who has none.

The Times are the masquerade of the eternities; trivial to the dull, tokens of noble and majestic agents to the wise; the receptacle in which the Past leaves its history; the quarry out of which the genius of today is building up the Future.

The terrors of the child are quite reasonable, and add to his loveliness; for his utter ignorance and weakness, and his enchanting indignation on such a small basis of capital compel every bystander to take his part.

You cannot institute, without peril of charlatanism.

The world of men show like a comedy without laughter: populations, interests, government, history; 't is all toy figures in a toyhouse.

The betrothed and accepted lover has lost the wildest charms of his maiden by her acceptance. She was heaven while he pursued her, but she cannot be heaven if she stoops to one such as he!