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

For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.

Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.

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

I always made an awkward bow.

I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.

Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel -or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime.