The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose.

In solitude, where we are least alone.

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.

I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other.

I have always laid it down as a maxim -and found it justified by experience -that a man and a woman make far better friendships than can exist between two of the same sex -but then with the condition that they never have made or are to make love to each other.

Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.