I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.

As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,- "Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.