Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.

Sublime tobacco! which from east to west, Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest; Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides His hours, and rivals opium and his brides; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand: Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers wooing the caress, More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties Give me a cigar!

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.

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.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

The busy have no time for tears.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.