No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.

Those who best know human nature will acknowledge most fully what a strength light hearted nonsense give to a hard working man

The fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space.

Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge.

A Gothic church is a petrified religion.

Happiness can be built only on virtue, and must of necessity have truth for its foundation.

Exclusively of the abstract sciences, the largest and worthiest portion of our knowledge consists of aphorisms: and the greatest and best of men is but an aphorism.