My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.

Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.

It would be difficult, perhaps, to find the annals of a nation less stained with crimes than those of the Armenians, whose virtues have been those of peace, and their vices those of compulsion. But whatever may have been their destiny and it has been bitter whatever it may be in future, their country must ever be one of the most interesting on the globe.

I hate all pain, Given or received; we have enough within us The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add to each other's natural burden Of mortal misery.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.