He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition.

A poor relation is the most irrelevant thing in nature, a piece of non pertinent correspondence, an odious approximation, a haunting conscience, a preposterous shadow, lengthening in the noontide of our prosperity.

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

'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near.

Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!

Riches are chiefly good because they give us time.

A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.