I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.

But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.

No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.

Would any thing but a madman complain of uncertainty? Uncertainty and expectation are joys of life; security is an insipid thing; and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.

Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it; when innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.

Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.