What is one man's gain is another's loss.

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

My case is a species of madness, only that it is a derangement of the Volition, and not of the intellectual faculties.

Show me one couple unhappy merely on account of their limited circumstances, and I will show you ten who are wretched from other causes.

The best part of human language, properly so called, is derived from reflection on the acts of the mind itself.

So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to thee.

For I often please myself with the fancy, now that I may have saved from oblivion the only striking passage in a whole volume, and now that I may have attracted notice to a writer undeservedly forgotten.