Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

I have not loved the World, nor the World me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coined my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud In worship of an echo.

A quiet conscience makes one so serene.

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.

I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one.