I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?
I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
I awoke one day to find myself famous.
Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.
I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!