Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.
To generalize is to be an idiot.
God forbid that Truth should be confined to Mathematical Demonstration!
Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!