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

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

I have sat through an Italian opera, til, for sheer pain, and inexplicable anguish, I have rushed out into the noisiest places of the crowded street, to solace myself with sounds which I was not obliged to follow and get rid of the distracting torment of endless, fruitless, barren attention!

May be the truth is, that one pipe is wholesome, two pipes toothsome, three pipes noisome, four pipes fulsome, five pipes quarrelsome; and that's the some on't.

In the Negro countenance you will often meet with strong traits of benignity. I have felt yearnings of tenderness towards some of these faces.

The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.

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