Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.

...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.

The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory.