The light that lies In woman's eyes.

My theory is to enjoy life, but my practice is against it.

A child's nature is too serious a thing to admit of its being regarded as a mere appendage to another being.

Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.

Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I allow no hot-beds in the gardens of Parnassus.