How much the more in judging of the human heart should we distrust all fashionable airs and graces, all tricks and smartness, learnt only to please the outward gaze

A night of endless dreams, inconsequent and wild, is this my life; none more worth telling than the rest.

It is useless to talk with those who do not understand one and troublesome to talk with those who criticize from a feeling of superiority. Especially one-sided persons are troublesome. Few are accomplished in many arts and most cling narrowly to their own opinion.

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

Real things in the darkness seem no realer than dreams.

It is indeed in many ways more comfortable to belong to that section of society whose action are not publicly canvassed and discussed

Foolish indeed are those who trust to fortune.