When a man mistakes his thoughts for persons and things, he is mad.
The fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space.
Memory, bosom-spring of joy.
Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.
If you would stand well with a great mind, leave him with a favorable impression of yourself; if with a little mind, leave him with a favorable impression of himself.
Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.