This very night I am going to leave off tobacco! Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realised.

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

Some people have a knack of putting upon you gifts of no real value, to engage you to substantial gratitude. We thank them for nothing.

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

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.

Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?

We encourage one another in mediocrity.