Every good writer has much idiom; it is the life and spirit of language.
There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.
The sweetest souls, like the sweetest flowers, soon canker in cities, and no purity is rarer there than the purity of delight.
There is a vast deal of vital air in loving words.
Consult duty not events.
We care not how many see us in choler, when we rave and bluster, and make as much noise and bustle as we can; but if the kindest and most generous affection comes across us, we suppress every sign of it, and hide ourselves in nooks and covert.