For Truth Is Always Strange; Stranger Than

He Was A Man Of His Times. With One Virtue And A Thousand Crimes. (the Corsair)

I Think The Worst Woman That Ever Existed Would Have Made A Man Of Very Passable Reputation -- They Are All Better Than Us And Their Faults Such As They Are Must Originate With Ourselves.

I Love The Language, It Sounds As If It Should Be Writ On Satin With Syllables Which Breathe Of The Sweet South

All Tragedies Are Finished By A Death, All Comedies Are Ended By A Marriage.

Once More Upon The Waters! Yet Once More! And The Waves Bound Beneath Me As A Steed That Knows His Rider.