It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .

I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.

I have seen the day, when, if a man made himself ridiculous, the world would laugh at him. But now, everything that is mean, disgusting, and absurd, pleases them but so much the better!

Half-uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half-veiled beauty is, more precious than the whole.

It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .

O mysterious Night! thou art not silent; many tongues halt thou.

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.