“The frost performs its secret ministry,Unhelped by any wind.”

“Water, water everywhereNor any drop to drink.”

“What is an Epigram? A dwarfish whole,Its body brevity, and wit its soul.”

“Water, water, everywhere,And all the boards did shrink;Water, water, everywhere,Nor any drop to drink.”

“Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.”

“Let every book-worm, when in any fragrant, scarce old tome, he discovers a sentence, a story, an illustration, that does his heart good, hasten to give it the widest circulation that newspapers and magazines, penny and halfpenny, can afford.”

“Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing.Methinks, its motion in this hush of natureGives it dim sympathies with me who live,Making it a companionable form,Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling SpiritBy its own moods interprets, every whereEcho or mirror seeking of itself,And makes a toy of Thought.”