Loves and Cupids took to flight afraid, and Martyrdom had no such torment in its painted history of suffering.

My hair stands on end at the cost and charges of these boys. Why was I ever a father! Why was my father ever a father!

With throbbing veins and burning skin, eyes wild and heavy, thoughts hurried and disordered, he felt as though the light were a reproach, and shrunk involuntarily from the day as if he were some foul and hideous thing.

Liberty, equality, fraternity, or death; - the last, much the easiest to bestow, O Guillotine!

Remembrance, like a candle, burns brightest at Christmastime.

If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is.

The New Year, like an Infant Heir to the whole world, was waited for, with welcomes, presents, and rejoicings.