I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
I was accused of every monstrous vice by public rumour and private rancour; my name, which had been a knightly or noble one, was tainted. I felt that, if what was whispered, and muttered, and murmured, was true, I was unfit for England; if false, England was unfit for me.
He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind