All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.

Despair and Genius are too oft connected

'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.

Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din; Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God.

My altars are the mountains and the ocean.