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

I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to do anything further for himself.

Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never

Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.

Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer - In health - when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer

Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.

For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable.