A man knows his companion in a long journey and a little inn.

Our repugnance to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived in vain.

As we are poetical in our natures, so we delight in fable.

I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it roaring and raging like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free, and ending just where it began.

A nickname is the heaviest stone that the devil can throw at a man. It is a bugbear to the imagination, and, though we do not believe in it, it still haunts our apprehensions.

There are names written in her immortal scroll at which Fame blushes!

Those who have had none of the cares of this life to harass and disturb them, have been obliged to have recourse to the hopes and fears of the next to vary the prospect before them.