Ah tell me not that memory / Sheds gladness o'er the past; / What is recalled by faded flowers / Save that they did not last?

Enthusiasm is the divine particle in our composition: with it we are great, generous, and true; without it, we are little, false, and mean.

An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.

We might have been, these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.

As beautiful as woman's blush, - / As evanescent too.

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

Few, save the poor, feel for the poor.

Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art o social life.

No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable.