Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.

Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.

Narrow The heart that loves, the brain that contemplates, The life that wears, the spirit that creates One object, and one form, and builds thereby A sepulchre for its eternity.

Fate,Time,Occasion,Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.

A system could not well have been devised more studiously hostile to human happiness than marriage.

When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.

There are two Italies.... The one is the most sublime and lovely contemplation that can be conceived by the imagination of man; the other is the most degraded, disgusting, and odious. What do you think? Young women of rank actually eat - you will never guess what - garlick! Our poor friend Lord Byron is quite corrupted by living among these people, and in fact, is going on in a way not worthy of him.