“Backward I look upon my life,And see one waste of storm and strife,One wrack of sorrows, hopes, and pain,Vanishing to arise again!That life has moved through evening, whereContinual shadows veiled my sphere;From youth's horizon upward rolledTo life's meridian, dark and cold.”

“Fortune, how fickle and how vain thou art,”

“In all my past life I have done nothing either great or good.”

“Life is a downward journey; all concur in saying it carries us downhill.”

“I try to avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.”

“I have no objection whatever to your representing me as a little eccentric, since you and your learned friends would have it so; only don't set me on in my fury to burning hearthrugs, sawing the backs off chairs, and tearing my wife's silk gowns... Had I been numbered amongst the calm, concentric men of the world, I should not have been as I now am, and I should in all probability never have had such children as mine have been.”

“And as I had lifted no petition to Heaven to avert it - as I had neither joined my hands, nor bent my knees, nor moved my lips - it came: in full heavy swing the torrent poured over me. The whole consciousness of my life lorn, my love lost, my hope quenched, my faith death-struck, swayed full and mighty above me in one sullen mass.”