There is no denying that there are 'royal roads' through existence for the upper classes; for them, at least, the highways are macadamized, swept, and watered.

Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee.

All profound truths startle you in the first announcement.

Farewell's a bitter word to say.

In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.

When does the mind put forth its powers? when are the stores of memory unlocked? when does wit 'flash from fluent lips?' -- when but after a good dinner? Who will deny its influence on the affections? Half our friends are born of turbots and truffles.

though fortune's wheel is generally on the turn, sometimes when it gets into the mud, it sticks there.