I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.

The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.

No hand can make the clock strike for me the hours that are passed.

It is when we think we lead that we are most led.

All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth

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. It is a title dearly enough bought by most men, to render it endurable, even when not quite clearly made out, which it never can be till the Posterity, whose decisions are merely dreams to ourselves, has sanctioned or denied it, while it can touch us no further.