Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

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

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.

It is not one man nor a million, but the spirit of liberty that must be preserved. The waves which dash upon the shore are, one by one, broken, but the ocean conquers nevertheless. It overwhelms the Armada, it wears out the rock. In like manner, whatever the struggle of individuals, the great cause will gather strength.

Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.

Who then will explain the explanation?