"His heart is old, it is dark and hard, a heart of stone."

"The peculiar nature of the materials it deals with, summons into the fray on the opposing side the most violent, sordid and malignant passions of the human breast, the Furies of private interest."

"It is hitting below the intellect."

"your heart of gold gets heavier to carry."

"Weeds in abundance spring up in a piece of ground which is neglected; — so do naughty dispositions in an uncultivated mind

'Tis in Clarinda's charming mind, / The sweet attraction lies; / There all that fire and life we find, / That sparkles in her eyes.

As a piece of ground which is negligently cultivated, produces abundance of noxious weeds, so in the soul of an indolent man over-run with numberless vicious passions.

"Forgetfulness, dumbness, necessity! / In chains of the mind locked up, / Like fetters of ice shrinking together."

"Though grey our beards, our thoughts and aims are green: / Like damag'd clocks, whose hand and bell dissent, / Folly sings six, while nature points at twelve."

"Let but the least trifle cross his way, and his desultorious fancy presently takes the scent, leaves the unfinished and half-mangled notion, and skips away in pursuit of the new game."