I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as it was said to me.
Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.
It is a great disgrace to religion, to imagine that it is an enemy to mirth and cheerfulness, and a severe exacter of pensive looks and solemn faces.
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
Mankind — the race would perish did they cease to aid each other.
Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.