In secret we met, in silence I grieve, that thy heart could forget, thy spirit deceive.
In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue – is hypocrisy.
If we must have a tyrant – let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher’s cleaver.
If she had been a few years younger, what a fool she would have made of me, had she thought it worth her while.
If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.
If I could always read, I should never feel the want of society.
If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.
I would rather… have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
I know that two and two make four – and should be glad to prove it too if I could – though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
