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.

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

How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself! Supreme selfishness is inculcated upon him as his only duty.

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

The vices of some men are magnificent.

Literature is a bad crutch, but a good walking-stick.

Pain is life - the sharper, the more evidence of life.