Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

We of the craft are all crazy.

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

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?