This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.
Never to talk to ones self is a form of hypocrisy
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments-- The white arms and the raven hair--the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.