Worry - a God, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse; it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray.

Characters do not change. Opinions alter, but characters are only developed.

We moralize among ruins.

It is the lot of man to suffer; it is also his fortune to forget. Oblivion and sorrow share our being, as darkness and light divide the course of time.

I am neither a Whig nor Tory. My politics are described in one word and that word is England.

Terror has its inspiration, as well as competition.

Women carry a beautiful hand with them to the grave, when a beautiful face has long ago vanished.