Robert Blair
Robert Blair

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

Robert Blair
Robert Blair

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

Robert Blair
Robert Blair

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

Robert Blair
Robert Blair

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

Robert Blair
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
Robert Blair

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

Robert Blair
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
Robert Blair

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

Robert Blair
Robert Blair

When it draws near to witching time of night.