Translation is at best an echo.

Hark! to the hurried question of Despair "Where is my child?"--An echo answers-- "Where?"

I have always been a friend to hero-worship; it is the only rational one, and has always been in use amongst civilized people . . .

I am invariably of the politics of the people at whose table I sit, or beneath whose roof I sleep.

It has been said that idleness is the parent of mischief, which is very true; but mischief itself is merely an attempt to escape from the dreary vacuum of idleness.

It has been said that idleness is the parent of mischief, which is very true; but mischief itself is merely an attempt to escape from the dreary vacuum of idleness.