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!

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.

I awoke one day to find myself famous.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.

I learned to love despair.

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.