People who know how to act are never preachers.

Steam was till the other day the devil which we dreaded. Every pot made by any human potter or brazier had a hole in its cover, to let off the enemy, lest he should lift pot and roof and carry the house away.

I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom.

The Gothic cathedral is a blossoming in stone subdued by the insatiable demand of harmony in man.

Each age, it is found, must write its own books; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding.

In conversation the game is, to say something new with old words. And you shall observe a man of the people picking his way along, step by step, using every time an old boulder, yet never setting his foot on an old place.

The eyes of men converse as much as their tongues, with the advantage that the ocular dialect needs no dictionary, but is understood all the world over.