Before me floats an image, man or shade, / Shade more than man, more image than a shade.

So long as all is ordered for attack, and that alone, leaders will instinctively increase the number of enemies that they may give their followers something to do.

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.

Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.

There is no deformity But saves us from a dream.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?