Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Curiosity kills itself; and love is only curiosity, as is proved by its end.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.

Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.

Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.