I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people - being always excited.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.

Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?

Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.