Excess always carries it's own retributions.

We only see clearly when we have reached the depths of woe.

Histories in blazonry and poems in stone.

Genius scorns the power of gold: it is wrong. Gold is the war-scythe on its chariot, which mows down the millions of its foes, and gives free passage to the sun-coursers with which it leaves those heavenly fields of light for the gross battlefields of earth.

Women hope that the dead love may revive; but men know that of all dead things none are so past recall as a dead passion.

I have known men who have been sold and bought a hundred times, who have only got very fat and very comfortable in the process of exchange.

Hypocrites weep, and you cannot tell their tears from those of saints; but no bad man ever laughed sweetly yet.