The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.

What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.

Posterity will never survey a nobler grave than this: here lie the bones of Castlereagh: stop, traveler, and piss.

I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me -- I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.

I like his holiness very much, particularly since an order, which I understand he has lately given, that no more miracles shall be performed.

Though women are angels, yet wedlock's the devil.

All tragedies are finished by a death, all comedies by a marriage.

The dead have been awakened -- shall I sleep? The world's at war with tyrants -- shall I crouch? the harvest's ripe -- and shall I pause to reap? I slumber not; the thorn is in my couch; Each day a trumpet soundeth in mine ear, its echo in my heart.

Sincerity may be humble, but she cannot be servile.

The king-times are fast finishing. There will be blood shed like water, and tears like mist; but the peoples will conquer in the end. I shall not live to see it, but I foresee it.