Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.

From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.

For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.

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

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

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