Love is rarely a hypocrite; but hate--how detect and how guard against it! It lurks where you least expect it; it is created by causes that you can the least foresee; and civilization multiplies its varieties, whilst it favors its disguise.

The bold sympathize with the bold; and in great hearts, there is always a certain friendship for a gallant foe.

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents - except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.

Better than fame is still the wish for fame, the constant training for a glorious strife.

Love is on the verge of hate each time it stoops for pardon.

I would rather have five energetic and competent enemies than one fool friend.

The astronomer who catalogues the stars cannot add one atom to the universe; the poet can call an universe from the atom.