The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie.

Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!

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.

It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour.

I deny nothing, but doubt everything.