If my heart were not light, I would die.

This will be triumph! This will be happiness! Yea, that very thing, happiness, which I have been pursuing all my life, and have never yet overtaken.

He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.

It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .

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!

The plainest case in many words entangling.

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