“Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?”

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.

Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.

I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.