Fear gives sudden instincts of skill.

Summer has set in with its usual severity.

...in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand.

Alone, Alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never saint took pity on My soul in agony

Poetry is certainly something more than good sense, but it must be good sense, at all events, just as a palace is more than a house, but it must be a house, at least.

It is a flat'ning Thought, that the more we have seen, the less we have to say.

If men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us. But passion and party blind our eyes, and the light which experience gives us is a lantern on the stern, which shines only on the waves behind us.