The spirit of poetry, like all other living powers, must of necessity circumscribe itself by rules, were it only to unite power with beauty.

If a man is not rising upward to be an angel, depend on it, he is sinking downward to be a devil.

The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.

Heart-chilling superstition! thou canst glaze even Pity's eye with her own frozen tear.

A man of maxims only is like a Cyclops with one eye, and that in the back of his head.

Christianity is within a man, even as he is gifted with reason; it is associated with your mother's chair, and with the first remembered, tones of her blessed voice.

Intense study of the Bible will keep any writer from being vulgar, in point of style.