Oh! Duty is an icy shadow. It will freeze you. It cannot fill the heart's sanctuary.
All things are dark to sorrow.
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.
Memory is earth's retribution for man's sins.
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.