Time knows not the weight of sleep or weariness, and night's deep darkness has no chain to bind his rushing pinion.

There is a realm where the rainbow never fades

Remorseless time! fierce spirit of the glass and scythe,--what power can stay him in his silent course, or melt his iron heart with pity!

When a man has been intemperate so long that shame no longer paints a blush upon his cheek, his liquor generally does it instead.

Many a writer seems to think he is never profound except when he can't understand his own meaning.

Courage, like cowardice, is undoubtedly contagious, but some persons are not liable to catch it.

What some name well being, if bought by perpetual nervousness about weight loss plan, is not a lot better than tedious illness.