Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.