Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.
Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
These are the effects of doting age,--vain doubts and idle cares and over caution.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.