How sickness enlarges the dimension of a man’s self to himself!

Brandy and water spoils two good things.

Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.

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

By myself walking, To myself talking.

We love to chew the cud of a foregone vision; to collect the scattered rays of a brighter phantasm, or act over again, with firmer nerves, the sadder nocturnal tragedies.

Riches are chiefly good because they give us time.