A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous

I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!

I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs.... Perhaps I am an exception.