The poetical impression of any object is that uneasy, exquisite sense of beauty or power that cannot be contained within itself; that is impatient of all limit; that (as flame bends to flame) strives to link itself to some other image of kindred beauty or grandeur; to enshrine itself, as it were, in the highest forms of fancy, and to relieve the aching sense of pleasure by expressing it in the boldest manner.

The great requisite for the prosperous management of ordinary business is the want of imagination.

The greatest reverses of fortune are the most easily borne from a sort of dignity belonging to them.

The truth is, we pamper little griefs into great ones, and bear great ones as well as we can.

Good temper is an estate for life.

Silence is one great art of conversation.

Despair swallows up cowardice.