To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.

The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school-boy's holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.

The drinking man is never less himself than during his sober intervals.

Positively, the best thing a man can have to do, is nothing, and next to that perhaps — good works.

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

This very night I am going to leave off tobacco! Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realised.

No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.