In spite of the honestest efforts to annihilate my I-ity, or merge it…

Instead of boiling up individuals into the species, I would draw a chalk circle round every individuality, and preach to it to keep within that, and preserve and cultivate its identity.

If they had said that the sun or the moon had gone out of the heavens, it could not have struck me with the idea of a more awful and dreary blank in creation than the words: "Byron is dead!"

A positive engagement to marry a certain person at a certain time, at all haps and hazards, I have always considered the most ridiculous thing on earth.

Oh Lord! If you but knew what a brimstone of a creature I am behind all this beautiful amiability!

I am not at all the sort of person you and I took me for.

I can see that the Lady has a genius for ruling, whilst I have a genius for not being ruled.