All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!
Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.
Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.