May be the truth is, that one pipe is wholesome, two pipes toothsome, three pipes noisome, four pipes fulsome, five pipes quarrelsome; and that's the some on't.

A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.

Mother's love grows by giving.

I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.

Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid

Dr Parr...asked him, how he had acquired his power of smoking at such a rate? Lamb replied, 'I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.'

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!