My notions of life are much the same as they are about traveling; there is a good deal of amusement on the road; but, after all, one wants to be at rest.

Beware of those who are homeless by choice! You have no hold on human being whose affections are without a top-root!

The grave is but the threshold of eternity. What a world were this, how unendurable its weight, If they whom death hath sundered, did not meet again!

For society, of all places I have ever been, Norwich is the best.

By writing much, one learns to write well.

Love is indestructible, Its holy flame forever burneth; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.

Thou hast been called, O sleep, the friend of woe, But 'tis the happy that have called thee so.