Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.

Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more.

Visits are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not that, would do nothing.

Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?