Fame is the thirst of youth.
The ‘good old times’ – all times when old are good.
Wives in their husbands’ absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.
I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.