I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?
Self praise is no praise at all.
Armenian is the language to speak with God.
O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.
There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.