You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies.
What the Imagination seizes as Beauty must be Truth!
We read fine things, but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
Touch has a memory.
Time, that aged nurse.
Though a quarrel in the Streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest Man shows a grace in his quarrel.
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
There is an old saying “well begun is half done” – ’tis a bad one. I would use instead, “Not begun at all ’til half done.”
There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify – so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is, that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.
The Public; a thing I cannot help looking upon as an Enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of Hostility
