Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud. We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, all melodies the echoes of that voice, all colours a suffusion from that light.

The devil is not, indeed, perfectly humorous, but that is only because he is the extreme of all humor.

How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!

All men, even the most surly are influenced by affection.

The three great ends which a statesman ought to propose to himself in the government of a nation are, — 1. Security to possessors; 2. Facility to acquirers; and 3. Hope to all.

May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping earth!

A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear.