I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation -- they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.

No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!

Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

When people say, "I've told you fifty times," They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," They make you dread that they'll recite them too; In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, but then, no doubt, it equally as true is, a good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.

Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.

That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.