I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!

Ugliness without tact is horrible.

Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream

I heard a neigh. Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh it was. My very heart leapt with the sound.

Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream.

Would Time but await the close of our favorite follies, we should all be young men, all of us, and until Doom's Day.