I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

We of the craft are all crazy.

There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.

Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.

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.