When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter." And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

They never fail who die in a great cause.

War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"

Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel

In solitude, where we are least alone.