Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!

How I like to be liked, and what I do to be liked!

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.

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

Not childhood alone, but the young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal.

Milton almost requires a solemn service of music to be played before you enter upon him. But he brings his music, to which who listen had need bring docile thoughts and purged ears.

For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.