'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.

And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach, That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain! Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please,—the more because they preach in vain,— Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

A quiet conscience makes one so serene.

My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.