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 should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.

Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.

In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.

And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.