I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
The devil was the first democrat
It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre -but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it -the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.
Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.
I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.