Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.

I cannot conceive why people will always mix up my own character and opinions with those of the imaginary beings which, as a poet, I have the right and liberty to draw.

A bargain is in its very essence a hostile transaction do not all men try to abate the price of all they buy? I contend that a bargain even between brethren is a declaration of war.

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!

Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.