True Wit Never Made Us Laugh.

If You Believe In Fate, Believe In It, At Least, For Your Good.

I Please Myself With The Graces Of The Winter Scenery, And Believe That We Are As Much Touched By It As By The Genial Influences Of Summer.

I Grieve That Grief Can Teach Me Nothing, Nor Carry Me One Step Into Real Nature.

Is The Parent Better Than The Child Into Whom He Has Cast His Ripened Being? Whence, Then, This Worship Of The Past?

I Like The Silent Church Before The Service Begins, Better Than Any Preaching. How Far Off, How Cool, How Chaste The Persons Look,begirt Each One With A Precinct Or Sanctuary!