A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions... think.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.

That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.

All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99

I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!

I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.

O Fame! if I ever took delight in thy praises, Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her.