There Is Nothing So Minute, Or Inconsiderable,

Words Too Familiar, Or Too Remote, Defeat The Purpose Of A Poet. From Those Sounds Which We Hear On Small Or On Coarse Occasions, We Do Not Easily Receive Strong Impressions, Or Delightful Images; And Words To Which We Are Nearly Strangers, Whenever They Occur, Draw That Attention On Themselves Which They Should Transmit To Other Things.

We Go From Anticipation To Anticipation, Not From Satisfaction To Satisfaction.

If You Are Idle, Be Not Solitary; If You Are Solitary Be Not Idle.

Social Sorrow Loses Half Its Pain.

Life Is Not Long, And Too Much Of It Must Not Pass In Idle Deliberation How It Shall Be Spent.