Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.