I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune and nothing upon ourselves.
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
I hate things all fiction… there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric – and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.
I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
I by no means rank poetry high in the scale of intelligence – this may look like Affectation – but it is my real opinion – it is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earth-quake.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions.
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
I am about to be married – and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
Her great merit is finding out mine – there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
He who is only just is cruel; who upon the earth would live were all judged justly?