[H]e that despairs limits an infinite power to a finite apprehension, and measures Providence by his own little contracted model. - Robert Southey

Literature cannot be the business of a woman's life, and it ought not to be.

He who has no mind to trade with the devil, should be so wise as to keep away from his shop.

Will ye believe
The wonders of the ocean? how its shoals
Sprang from the wave, like flashing light; .. took wing,
And, twinkling with a silver glitterance,
Flew through the air and sunshine? yet were they
To sight less wondrous than the tribe who swam,
Following like fowlers, with uplifted eye,
Their falling quarry: .. language cannot paint
Their splendid tints! though in blue ocean seen,
Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,
In all its rich variety of shades,
Suffus'd with glowing gold.