Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

The trumpet does not more stun you by its loudness, than a whisper teases you by its provoking inaudibility.

'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near.

Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.

I never knew an enemy to puns who was not an ill-natured man.

Since all the maids are good and lovable, from whence come the bad wives?

Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.