I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath die end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow.
The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
As I was walking among the fires of hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.