Self-admiration giveth much consolation.
Fame compensates for a column of wants.
Oh, what is young love! The urge of the race. A blaze that ends in babies or ashes.
Every leader of a great revolution is a fanatic and a Jesuit.
The only two good words that can be said for a hurricane are that it gives sufficient warning of its approach, and that it blows from one point of the compass at a time.
It is seldom that the imagination is disappointed in the 'ancestral piles' of England.