All beginnings are very troublesome things.

Repentance is a one-faced Janus, ever looking to the past.

doubts, like facts, are stubborn things.

What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions.

Every other species of talent carries with it its eternity; we enjoy the work of the poet, the painter, the sculptor, only as thousands will do after us; but the actor - his memory is with his generation, and that passes away.

Sneering springs out of the wish to deny; and wretched must that state of mind be that wishes to take refuge in doubt.

I have a respect for family pride. If it be a prejudice, it is a prejudice in its most picturesque shape. But I hold it is connected with some of the noblest feelings in our nature.