It is the divine attribute of the imagination, that it is irrepressible, unconfinable; that when the real world is shut out, it can create a world for itself, and with a necromantic power can conjure up glorious shapes and forms, and brilliant visions to make solitude populous, and irradiate the gloom of a dungeon.

I value this delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest gifts a parent can bestow.

The youthful freshness of a blameless heart.

The paternal hearth, the rallying-place of the affections.

There rise authors now and then, who seem proof against the mutability of language, because they have rooted themselves in the unchanging principles of human nature.

Too young for woe, though not for tears.

No man is so methodical as a complete idler, and none so scrupulous in measuring out his time as he whose time is worth nothing.