Nothing is pleasanter to me than exploring in a library.

The heart that once has been bathed in love's pure fountain retains the pulse of youth forever.

Cats like men are flatterers.

Fame, they tell you, is air; but without air there is no life for any; without fame there is none for the best.

Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

The happiest of pillows is not that which love first presses! it is that which death has frowned on and passed over.

Wherever there is excessive wealth, there is also in the train of it excessive poverty.