“In the wide pile, by others heeded not,Hers was one sacred solitary spot,Whose gloomy aisles and bending shelves containFor moral hunger food, and cures for moral pain.”

“Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. — It is not fair. — He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be taking the bread out of other people’s mouths. — I do not like him, and do not mean to like Waverley if I can help it — but fear I must.”

“The wretch, concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.”

“Look back, and smile on perils past!”

“When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.”

“Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.”

“Success - keeping your mind awake and your desire asleep.”

“Look back, and smile on perils past.”

“Teach your children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.”

“O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!”

“Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.”