Rags, which are the reproach of poverty, are the beggar's robes, and graceful insignia of his profession, his tenure, his full dress, the suit in which he is expected to show himself in public.

Is it a stale remark to say that I have constantly found the interest excited at a playhouse to bear an exact inverse proportion to the price paid for admission?

For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.

Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.

Not childhood alone, but the young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal.

O money, money, how blindly thou hast been worshipped, and how stupidly abused! Thou are health and liberty and strength, and he that has thee may rattle his pockets at the foul fiend!

Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all.