In this republican country, amid the fluctuating waves of our social life, somebody is always at the drowning-point.
Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them.
I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.
A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.
Strength is incomprehensible by weakness, and, therefore, the more terrible.
Genius, indeed, melts many ages into one, and thus effects something permanent, yet still with a similarity of office to that of the more ephemeral writer. A work of genius is but the newspaper of a century, or perchance of a hundred centuries.