In Solitude, When We Are Least Alone.

I Shall Soon Be Six-and-twenty. Is There Anything In The Future That Can Possibly Console Us For Not Being Always Twenty-five?

I Am Never Long, Even In The Society Of Her I Love, Without Yearning For The Company Of My Lamp And My Library.

Venice Once Was Dear, The Pleasant Place Of All Festivity, The Revel Of The Earth, The Masque Of Italy.

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

The Best Prophet Of The Future Is The Past.