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.

A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me.

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?