Nobody shoulders a rifle in defense of a boarding house.

The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air.

It may be broadly stated that.....of all animals kept for the recreation of mankind the horse is alone capable of exciting a passion that shall be absolutely hopeless.

Each lost day has its patron saint!

Which I wish to remark-- And my language is plain,-- That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar.

The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.

Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry.