I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.

Send me no more reviews of any kind. I will read no more of evil or good in that line. Walter Scott has not read a review of himself for thirteen years .

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.