| Oh too convincing - dangerously dear - In woman's eye the unanswerable tear |
| Poetry is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake. |
| Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine. |
| For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause for breath, And love itself have rest. |
| How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm I thank thee, night for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this. |
