The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.

The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.

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

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.

The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.

... she, that will with kittens jest, Should bear a kitten's joke.