Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.

The vices of some men are magnificent.

The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

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

We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.

The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.