In solitude, when we are least alone.

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.

Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull

The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for my heart always alights upon the nearest perch.

Of religion I know nothing -- at least, in its favor.

They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?