I have found nothing half so good / As my long-planned half solitude, / Where I can sit up half the night / With some friend that has the wit.

People are responsible for their opinions, but Providence is responsible for their morals.

Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.

Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.

Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.

Man has created death.