Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
Happiness was born a twin.
I speak not of men's creeds—they rest between Man and his Maker.
I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor.
Time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.