Uncultivated minds are not full of wild flowers, like uncultivated fields. Villainous weeds grow in them and they are the haunt of toads.

What joy can the years bring half so sweet as the unhappiness they've taken away?

If we shake hands with icy fingers, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.

There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.

How it infuriates a bigot, when he is forced to drag out his dark convictions!

Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.

Whiskey has killed more men than bullets, but most men would rather be full of whiskey than bullets.