Fame is the thirst of youth.

What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.

Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?

Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.

Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.

To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

They never fail who die in a great cause.