Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!

I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.