The dupe of friendship, and the fool of love; have I not reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough.

Man is a poetical animal, and delights in fiction.

Zeal will do more than knowledge.

Some one is generally sure to be the sufferer by a joke.

We can scarcely hate anyone that we know.

We often forget our dreams so speedily: if we cannot catch them as they are passing out at the door, we never set eyes on them again.

So I have loitered my life away, reading books, looking at pictures, going to plays, hearing, thinking, writing on what pleased me best. I have wanted only one thing to make me happy, but wanting that have wanted everything.