My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

I am Retired Leisure. I am to be met with in trim gardens. I am already come to be known by my vacant face and careless gesture, perambulating at no fixed pace nor with any settled purpose. I walk about; not to and from.

The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school-boy's holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.

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