Don't introduce me to that man! I want to go on hating him, and I can't hate a man whom I know.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

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

Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.

Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon.

Literature is a bad crutch, but a good walking-stick.

I cannot sit and think; books think for me.