If our hours were all serene, we might probably take almost as little note of them as the dial does of those that are clouded.
William HazlittThe love of letters is the forlorn hope of the man of letters. His ruling passion is the love of fame.
William HazlittWe 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.
William Hazlitt