Love is like a hunter, who cares not for the game when once caught, which he may have pursued with the most intense and breathless eagerness. Love is strongest in pursuit; friendship in possession.

Every man's nature is a sufficient advertisement to him of the character of his fellows.

The ancients called beauty the flowering of virtue.

Yet time and space are but inverse measures of the force of the soul. The spirit sports with time.

We know who is benevolent, by quite other means than the amount of subscriptions to soup-societies. It is only low merits that canbe enumerated.

A great man will find a great subject, or which is the same thing, make any subject great.

Solitary converse with nature; for thence are ejaculated sweet and dreadful words never uttered in libraries. Ah! the spring days, the summer dawns, and October woods!