There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.

The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.

The course of Nature is the art of God.

The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.

The house of laughter makes a house of woe.

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

The man that makes a character, makes foes.

The purpose firm is equal to the deed.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.