I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.

Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.

If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.

I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.

Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.