To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
Christians have burned each other, quite persuaded That all the apostles would have done as they did.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
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.
It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.
Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men.