How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.

- Robert Blair

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.

- Robert Blair

Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay.

- Robert Blair

Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.

- Robert Blair

Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between.

- Robert Blair

Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious.

- Robert Blair

Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature.

- Robert Blair

The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.

- Robert Blair

When it draws near to witching time of night.

- Robert Blair