Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie.

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!

Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.