A man, so to speak, who is not able to bow to his own conscience every morning is hardly in a condition to respectfully salute the world at any other time of the day.
Wishes, at least, are the easy pleasures of the poor.
Habitual intoxication is the epitome of every crime.
If slander be a snake, it is a winged one - it flies as well as creeps.
Women, somehow, have the same fear of witty men as of fireworks.
A piece of simple goodness--a letter gushing from the heart; a beautiful unstudied vindication of the worth and untiring sweetness of human nature--a record of the invulnerability of man, armed with high purpose, sanctified by truth.