The eye of the mind, like that of the body, can only extend its view to new objects, by losing sight of those which are now before it.

The business of a poet is to examine not the individual but the species; to remark general properties and large appearances.

A woman of fortune being used the handling of money, spends it judiciously; but a woman who gets the command of money for the first time upon her marriage, has such a gust in spending it, that she throws it away with great profusion.

Then with no throbs of fiery pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.

No mind is much employed upon the present; recollection and anticipation fill up almost all our moments.

Happiness," said he, "must be something solid and permanent, without fear and without uncertainty.

The size of a man's understanding might always be justly measured by his mirth.