Of All Wit's Uses, The Main One

Never Lose An Opportunity Of Seeing Anything Beautiful, For Beauty Is God's Handwriting.

The Domestic Man, Who Loves No Music So Well As His Kitchen Clock, And The Airs Which The Logs Sing To Him As They Burn On The Hearth, Has Solaces Which Others Never Dream Of.

How Painful To Give A Gift To Any Person Of Sensibility, Or Of Equality! It Is Next Worst To Receiving One

Logic Is The Procession Or Proportionate Unfolding Of The Intuition; But Its Virtue Is As Silent Method; The Moment It Would Appear As Propositions, And Have A Separate Value, It Is Worthless.

Sunshine Cannot Bleach The Snow, Nor Time Unmake What Poets Know