The bliss even of a moment still is bliss.

I have seen the day, when, if a man made himself ridiculous, the world would laugh at him. But now, everything that is mean, disgusting, and absurd, pleases them but so much the better!

I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.

My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! a hopeless darkness settles over my fate.

I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!

It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.

Men's actions to futurity appear but as the events to which they are conjoined do give them consequence.