Virtue treads paths that end not in the grave

Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy

Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men's souls

An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes

The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions absence of love.

Life is the jailer, death the angel sent to draw the unwilling bolts and set us free

The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions

Good heavens, of what uncostly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how