Thou makest the man, O Sorrow!--yes, the whole man,--as the crucible gold.
Chance often gives us that which we should not have presumed to ask.
Life is too short to spare an hour of it in the indulgence of this evil passion.
We cannot have two hearts, one for the animals and one for men. In cruelty towards the former and cruelty to the latter there is no difference but in the victim.
Man is God by his faculty for thought.
Sad is his lot, who, once at least in his life, has not been a poet.