My Friend is that one whom I can associate with my choicest thought.

There is only one path to Heaven. On Earth, we call it Love.

Few, if any, creatures are equally active all night.

A little thought is sexton to all the world.

Some show their kindness to the poor by employing them in their kitchens. Would they not be kinder if they employed themselves there?

I have made a short excursion into the new world which the Indian dwells in, or is. He begins where we leave off.

Consider the islands bearing the names of all the saints, bristling with forts like chestnut-burs, or Echinidæ, yet the police will not let a couple of Irishmen have a private sparring- match on one of them, as it is a government monopoly; all the great seaports are in a boxing attitude, and you must sail prudently between two tiers of stony knuckles before you come to feel the warmth of their breasts.