Genius must be born, and never can be taught.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.

I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.

The commendation of adversaries is the greatest triumph of a writer, because it never comes unless extorted.

If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.

Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.

Dead men tell no tales.