Imitation is criticism.
If others had not been foolish, we should be so.
The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.
But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.
You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.
Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.