His voice was the most obnoxious squeak I ever was tormented with.
He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition.
Not childhood alone, but the young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal.
I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible.
No one ever regarded the first of January with indifference.
May my last breath be drawn through a pipe, and exhaled in a jest.