O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

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

Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.

Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.

The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.

[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.