Myself I must remake.

I call on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson, On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts, To judge what I have done. Have I, that put it into words, Spoilt what old loins have sent?

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.

And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance.

Literature is always personal, always one man's vision of the world, one man's experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.

The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.

An intellectual hatred is the worst.