There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right.

What I need is someone who will make me do what I can.

The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is.

Intellect is a fire; rash and pitiless it melts this wonderful bone-house which is called man. Genius even, as it is the greatestgood, is the greatest harm.

Though love repine, and reason chafe, There came a voice without reply,- "'Tis man's perdition to be safe, When for the truth he ought to die."

I hope in these days we have heard the last of conformity and consistency. Let the words be gazetted and ridiculous henceforward.Instead of the gong for dinner, let us hear a whistle from the Spartan fife.

What torments of grief you endured, from evils that never arrived