The sweetest souls, like the sweetest flowers, soon canker in cities, and no purity is rarer there than the purity of delight.

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 moderate are not usually the most sincere, for the same circumspection which makes them moderate makes them likewise retentive of what could give offence.

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

All schools of philosophy, and almost all authors, are rather to be frequented for exercise than for weight.

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

I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.