Dreams are like portraits; and we find they please because they are confessed resemblances.

There is no mind so weak and powerless as not to have its inclinations, and none so guarded as to be without its prepossessions.

Dreams are like portraits; and we find they please because they are confessed resemblances.

Men of many words sometimes argue for the sake of talking; men of ready tongues frequently dispute for the sake of victory; men in public life often debate for the sake of opposing the ruling party, or from any other motive than the love of truth.

A master passion is the love of news.

A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.

Life's bloomy flush was lost.