No good writer was ever long neglected; no great man overlooked by men equally great. Impatience is a proof of inferior strength, and a destroyer of what little there may be.

My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.

In the morn of life we are alert, we are heated in its noon, and only in its decline do we repose.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

We are poor, indeed, when we have no half-wishes left us. The heart and the imagination close the shutters the instant they are gone.

Truth sometimes corner unawares upon Caution, and sometimes speaks in public as unconsciously as in a dream.

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.