It would be mockery to call such dreariness heaven at all.

I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.

To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.

I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.

There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.

Sensations are the great things, after all. Should you ever be drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations; they will be worth to you ten guineas a sheet.