A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.
We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.
I have not loved the World, nor the World me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coined my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud In worship of an echo.