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

The beggar wears all colors fearing none.

To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.

Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.

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.

I hate a man who swallows [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters.

How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself! Supreme selfishness is inculcated upon him as his only duty.