We Walk Alone In The World.

Good And Bad Are But Names Very Readily Transferable To That Or This.

Evil Is Merely Privative, Not Absolute: It Is Like Cold, Which Is The Privation Of Beat.

Never Self-possessed, Or Prudent, Love Is All Abandonment.

I Hate To Be Defended In A Newspaper. As Long As All That Is Said Is Said Against Me, I Feel A Certain Assurance Of Success. But As Soon As Honeyed Words Of Praise Are Spoken For Me, I Feel As One That Lies Unprotected Before His Enemies.

Wit Makes Its Own Welcome, And Levels All Distinctions.