Despair Swallows Up Cowardice.

I Am Proud Up To The Point Of Equality; Everything Above Or Below That Appears To Me Arrant Impertinence Or Abject Meanness.

Malice Often Takes The Garb Of Truth.

Avarice Is The Miser's Dream, As Fame Is The Poet's.

Literature, Like Nobility, Runs In The Blood.

No Wise Man Can Have A Contempt For The Prejudices Of Others; And He Should Even Stand In A Certain Awe Of His Own, As If They Were Aged Parents And Monitors. They May In The End Prove Wiser Than He.