There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?

I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil.

Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer.

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.

Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.

Adversity is the first path to truth.