Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.
Quote by Robert Blair
How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.
Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between.
Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon...
The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted...
Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature.
When it draws near to witching time of night.
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance
Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being...