Memory is earth's retribution for man's sins.

All things are dark to sorrow.

Money is everything in this world to some people, and more than the next to other poor souls.

If a man's innate self-respect will not save him from habitual, disgusting intoxication, all the female influences in the universe would not avail. Man's will, like woman's, is stronger than the affection, and, once subjugated by vice, all eternal influences will be futile.

It is a mournful thing to know that you are utterly isolated among millions of human beings; that not a drop of your blood flows in any other veins.

Oh! what a luxury it is to weep, / And find in tears a sad relief!

Life does not count by years. Some suffer a lifetime in a day, and so grow old between the rising and the setting of the sun.