I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.

Oh, nature's noblest gift, my grey goose quill, Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from the parent bird to form a pen, That mighty instrument of little men.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.

Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad, Because it makes us smile.