A teacher should be sparing of his smile.
There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.
[My kitten] is dressed in a tortoise-shell suit, and I know you will delight in her.
No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.
The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.
Still ending, and beginning still.