Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts.

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.

Round about what is, lies a whole mysterious world of might be, a psychological romance of possibilities and things that do not happen.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.

Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.

The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.

If the mind, which rules the body, ever forgets itself so far as to trample upon its slave, the slave is never generous enough to forgive the injury; but will rise and smite its oppressor.