No mind is thoroughly well organized that is deficient in a sense of humor.

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility.

An idea, in the highest sense of that word, cannot be conveyed but by a symbol.

All thoughts, all passions, all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame All are but ministers of Love And feed His sacred flame.

The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.

The love of indolence is universal, or next to it.

A stately pleasure-dome decree.