Hurry no man's cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself

We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.

Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.

What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people's minds.

Hurry no man's cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself

What is a diary as a rule? A document useful to the person who keeps it. Dull to the contemporary who reads it and invaluable to the student, centuries afterwards, who treasures it.

If a faultless poem could be produced, I am satisfied it would tire the critics themselves; and annoy the whole reading world with the spleen.