Absurdities are great or small in proportion to custom or insuetude.
The foundation of domestic happiness is faith in the virtue of woman.
Ambition does not see the earth she treads on: The rock and the herbage are of one substance to her.
Was genius ever ungrateful? Mere talents are dry leaves, tossed up and down by gusts of passion, and scattered and swept away; but, Genius lies on the bosom of Memory, and Gratitude at her feet.
O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.
There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.