When one has been threatened with a great injustice, one accepts a smaller as a favour.
all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.
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!
Young children are such nasty little beasts!
The glittering baits of titles and honours are only for children and fools.
Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.