The misery of human life is made up of large masses, each separated from the other by certain intervals. One year the death of a child; years after, a failure in trade; after another longer or shorter interval, a daughter may have married unhappily; in all but the singularly unfortunate, the integral parts that compose the sum-total of the unhappiness of a man's life are easily counted and distinctly remembered.

Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

The most happy marriage I can picture or imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman.

An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches with spire steeples which point as with a silent finger to the sky and stars.

Alas! they had been friends in youth; but whispering tongues can poison truth.

O it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please.

Contempt is egotism in ill- humor.