Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!

The beggar wears all colors fearing none.

Can we ring the bells backward? Can we unlearn the arts that pretend to civilize, and then burn the world? There is a march of science; but who shall beat the drums for its retreat?

New Year's Day is every man's birthday.

The only true time which a man can properly call his own, is that which he has all to himself; the rest, though in some sense he may be said to live it, is other people's time, not his.

For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.