Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.

There is music in all things, if men had ears.

This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.

They never fail who die in a great cause.

The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.

My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I have flattered no ruling powers; I have never concealed a single thought that tempted me.