I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to do anything further for himself.

Life is too short for chess.

A sort of hostile transaction, very necessary to keep the world going, but by no means a sinecure to the parties concerned.

Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.

Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad, Because it makes us smile.

Though the day of my Destiny 's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.

Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought?