For nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy, that we can scarcely mark their progress.

How can you capture the sympathies of the audience unless you have a small man, fighting against a bigger one?

Although a skillful flatterer is a most delightful companion if him all to yourself, his taste becomes very doubtful when he takes to complimenting other peopl…

That sort of half sigh, which, accompanied by two or three slight nods of the head, is pity's small change in general society.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view?

The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.