There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.

Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.

Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.

Admirals extolled for standing still, or doing nothing with a deal of skill.

The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, "Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more."

Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.

Grief is itself a medicine.