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

If my heart were not light, I would die.

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

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!

Half-uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half-veiled beauty is, more precious than the whole.

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

Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.