Tears Are The Natural Penalties Of Pleasure.

He Who Would Acquire Fame Must Not Show Himself Afraid Of Censure. The Dread Of Censure Is The Death Of Genius.

Revelation May Not Need The Help Of Reason, But Man Does, Even When In Possession Of Revelation. Reason May Be Described As The Candle In The Man's Hand, To Which Revelation Brings The Necessary Flame.

No Doubt Solitude Is Wholesome, But So Is Abstinence After A Surfeit. The True Life Of Man Is In Society.

Ambition Is Frequently The Only Refuge Which Life Has Left To The Denied Or Mortified Affections. We Chide At The Grasping Eye, The Daring Wing, The Soul That Seems To Thirst For Sovereignty Only, And Know Not That The Flight Of This Ambitious Bird Has Been From A Bosom Or Home That Is Filled With Ashes.

It Is A Bird-flight Of The Soul, When The Heart Declares Itself In Song. The Affections That Clothe Themselves With Wings Are Passions That Have Been Subdued To Virtues.