Conscience is the pulse of reason

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.

A man's as old as he's feeling. A woman as old as she looks.

I have seen great intolerance shown in support of tolerance.

Oh worse than everything, is kindness counterfeiting absent love.

I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose = words in their best order; - poetry = the best words in the best order.

The sense of beauty is intuitive, and beauty itself is all that inspires pleasure without, and aloof from, and even contrarily to interest.