I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister

I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.

What want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

The great object of life is Sensation - to feel that we exist - even though in pain - it is this "craving void" which drives us to gaming - to battle - to travel - to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.