Who has words at the right moment?

What have I to do with millions [of people]? The eighty I know despise me.

I like rudeness a great deal better than flattery.

To talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking.

On the contrary, I'm a universal patriot, if you could understand me rightly: my country is the world.

I have no wish to talk nonsense." "If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense.

I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some!