There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.