A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.

What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.

This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.

We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.

What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life--the demon Thought.

My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.