A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.

Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . . . Sabbathless Satan!

We were happier when we were poorer, but we were also younger.

Separate from the pleasure of your company, I don't much care if I never see another mountain in my life.

You may derive thoughts from others; your way of thinking, the mould in which your thoughts are cast, must be your own.

The only true time which a man can properly call his own, is that which he has all to himself; the rest, though in some sense he may be said to live it, is other people's time, not his.

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