Lovely Was The Death Of Him Whose

No Man Was Ever Yet A Great Poet, Without Being At The Same Time A Profound Philosopher. For Poetry Is The Blossom And The Fragrance Of All Human Knowledge, Human Thoughts, Human Passions, Emotions, Language.

The Love Of Indolence Is Universal, Or Next To It.

I Have Often Thought What A Melancholy World This Would Be Without Children, And What An Inhuman World Without The Aged.

Law Grows, And Though The Principles Of Law Remain Unchanged, Yet (and It Is One Of The Advantages Of The Common Law) Their Application Is To Be Changed With The Changing Circumstances Of The Times. Some Persons May Call This Retrogression, I Call It Progression Of Human Opinion.

Alas! They Had Been Friends In Youth; But Whispering Tongues Can Poison Truth.