If they had said that the sun or the moon had gone out of the heavens, it could not have struck me with the idea of a more awful and dreary blank in creation than the words: Byron is dead!

On earth the living have much to bear; the difference is chiefly in the manner of bearing, and my manner of bearing is far from being the best.

the less one does, as I long ago observed, the less one can find time to do.

I am not at all the sort of person you and I took me for.

The glittering baits of titles and honours are only for children and fools.

all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.

A fashionable wife! Oh! Never will I be anything so heartless! I have pictured for myself a far higher destiny than this. - Will it ever be more than a picture?