We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been.

The trumpet does not more stun you by its loudness, than a whisper teases you by its provoking inaudibility.

A poor relation—is the most irrelevant thing in nature.

Don't introduce me to that man! I want to go on hating him, and I can't hate a man whom I know.

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

Not if I know myself at all.

He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition.