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| There is a tide in the affairs of women, Which, taken at the flood, leads God knows where | | Women | |
| There is another old poet whose name I do not now remember who said, Adversity is the first path to truth | | Adversity | |
| There is no instinct like that of the heart. | | Instinct | |
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| There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state? | | Uncategorized | |
| There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth | | Speech | |
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| There is something Pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything. | | Uncategorized | |
| There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken. | | Uncategorized | |
| There is, in fact, no law or government at all [in Italy]; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them. | | Uncategorized | |
| There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion | | Doubt; Spirit | |
| There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away | | Uncategorized | |
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| Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs | | Action | |
| This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions. | | Uncategorized | |
| This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all. | | Uncategorized | |
| This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have suited it much better, for study is the last pursuit of the society; the Master eats, drinks, and sleeps, the Fellows drink, dispute and pun, the employments of the undergraduates you will probably conjecture without my description. | | Uncategorized | |
| This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal. | | Uncategorized | |
| Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves. | | Uncategorized | |
