How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world improve a sense of its natural beauties upon us. Like poor Falstaff, although I do not 'babble,' I think of green fields; I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have know from my infancy - their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with superhuman fancy.

Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity.

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.

Load every rift with ore.

To the very last, he [Napoleon] had a kind of idea; that, namely, of la carrière ouverte aux talents, - the tools to him that can handle them.