Tell us, pray, what devil This melancholy is, which can transform Men into monsters.
Love is a tyrant, resisted.
To be quite blunt, I make pictures for money, to pay the rent.There are some great artists in the business. I am not one of them.
Titles of honor add not to his worth, who is himself an honor of his titles.
Who better than an Irishman can understand the Indians, while still being stirred by tales of the US cavalry?
Contentment gives a crown, where fortune hath denied it.