Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

If I say I don't want to read the book, I don't want to read the book.

You belong to all of us, and we belong to you.

Being an author is to have a toe in the creative pool and a foot in the vat of commerce.

Some people are just crazy about something while others are lucky enough to get that.

Beauty, whether moral or natural, is felt, more properly than perceived.

All things come into being by conflict of opposites.

I believe that love expands. As you give love out, it's received and reciprocated and it grows. That's the beauty of it.

I never realised that the Edinburgh skyline was so interesting - it's gothic and very urban and there's a lot of church spires and old brownstone buildings.

I have been told that beauty is the great seducer of men.

The evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.