What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life by him who interests his heart in every thing, and who, having eyes to see, what time and chance are perpetually holding out to him as he journeyeth on his way, misses nothing he can fairly lay his hands on.

I am persuaded that every time a man smiles - but much more so when he laughs - it adds something to this fragment of life.

Writings may be compared to wine. Sense is the strength, but wit the flavor.

Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.

Only the brave know how to forgive; it is the most refined and generous pitch of virtue human nature can arrive at.

There are worse occupations in this world than feeling a woman's pulse.

So that the life of a writer, whatever he might fancy to the contrary, was not so much a state of composition, as a state of warfare; and his probation in it, precisely that of any other man militant upon earth,--both depending alike, not half so much upon the degrees of his WIT--as his RESISTANCE.