Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.

There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.

Sublime tobacco! which from east to west, Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest; Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides His hours, and rivals opium and his brides; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand: Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers wooing the caress, More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties Give me a cigar!