“As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.”

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.

Into each life some rain must fall.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.

The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

It is a beautiful trait in the lover’s character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

All things must change to something new, to something strange.

Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

Music is the universal language of mankind.

Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.