The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.

Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.

An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof. If you reject it you are unhappy, if you accept it you are undone.

I see the rainbow in the sky, the dew upon the grass; I see them, and I ask not why they glimmer or they pass. With folded arms I linger not to call them back; 'twere vain: In this, or in some other spot, I know they'll shine again.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

Belief in a future life is the appetite of reason.