I never feel that I have comprehended an emotion, or fully lived even the smallest events, until I have reflected upon it in my journal; my pen is my truest confidant, holding in check the passions and disappointments that I dare not share even with my beloved.
Even the wisest counsel is useless when it is unheeded.
When a quiet man is moved to passion, it seems the very earth will shake.
Friends, in my experience, are like ladies' fashions. They come and go with the seasons, and are rarely of such stout stuff as bears repeated wearing.
I would rather spend an hour among the notorious than two minutes with the dull.