There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a Plunge.

For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words, with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it.

Believe me, there exists no such dilemma as that in which a gentleman is placed when he is forced to reply to a blackguard.

If you have never been at sea in a heavy gale, you can form no idea of the confusion of mind occasioned by wind and spry together. They blind, deafen, and strangle you, and take away all power of action or reflection.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,- Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.