Asparagus inspires gentle thoughts.

His voice was the most obnoxious squeak I ever was tormented with.

The measure of choosing well, is, whether a man likes and finds good in what he has chosen.

'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near.

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

Positively, the best thing a man can have to do, is nothing, and next to that perhaps — good works.

Not childhood alone, but the young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal.