Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!
In solitude when we are least alone.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest and but heal to wear That which disfigures it.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
Christians have burned each other quite persuaded That all the apostles would have done as they did.
Society is now one polished horde Formed of two mighty tribes the Bores and Bored.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
Admire exult despise laugh weep - for here There is such matter for all feelings: - Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean - roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore.
Soprano basso even the contralto Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
She walks in beauty Like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.