Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.
‘Tis pleasant, sure, to see one’s name in print. A book’s a book, although there’s nothing in ‘t.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I’ll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.
The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?