Anger and the thirst of revenge are a kind of fever; fighting and lawsuits, bleeding,--at least, an evacuation. The latter occasions a dissipation of money; the former, of those fiery spirits which cause a preternatural fermentation.

Fools are very often united in the strictest intimacies, as the lighter kinds of woods are the most closely glued together.

Every good poet includes a critic, but the reverse is not true.

Glory relaxes often and debilitates the mind; censure stimulates and contracts,--both to an extreme. Simple fame is, perhaps, the proper medium.

Reserve is no more essentially connected with understanding than a church organ with devotion, or wine with good-nature.

There is a certain flimsiness of poetry which seems expedient in a song.

Anger is a great force. If you control it, it can be transmuted into a power which can move the whole world.