Posterity will know as little of me as I know of posterity.
When everyone is somebody, then no one's anybody.
No one can have a higher opinion of him than I have; and I think he's a dirty little beast.
There's a fascination frantic in a ruin that's romantic.
When you are lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is tabooed by anxiety, I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in without impropriety.
There's fish in the sea, no doubt of it, As good as ever came out of it.