Merit, God Knows, Is Very Little Rewarded.

I Love To Lose Myself In Other Men's Minds.... Books Think For Me.

When True Hearts Lie Wither'd And Fond Ones Are Flown, Oh, Who Would Inhabit This Bleak World Alone?

The Light That Lies In Woman's Eyes.

If There Be A Regal Solitude, It Is A Sick-bed. How The Patient Lords It There!

This Very Night I Am Going To Leave Off Tobacco! Surely There Must Be Some Other World In Which This Unconquerable Purpose Shall Be Realised.