It has been said with some meaning that if men would but rest in silence, they might always hear the music of the spheres.

What a blessing this smoking is! Perhaps the greatest that we owe to the discovery of America.

Men rattle their chains-to manifest their freedom.

Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?

Many a man has a kind of a kaleidoscope, where the bits of broken glass are his own merits and fortunes; and they fall into harmonious arrangements, and delight him, often most mischievously and to his ultimate detriment; but they are a present pleasure.

The man who could withstand, with his fellow-men in single line, a charge of cavalry may lose all command of himself on the occurrence of a fire in his own house, because of some homely reminiscence unknown to the observing bystander.

Alas! it is not the child but the boy that generally survives in the man.