Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean

And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!

The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life, and if Virtue is not its own reward, I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.