And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

You should have a softer pillow than my heart.

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.

History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.

This is the patent-age of new inventions For killing bodies, and for saving souls, All propagated with the best intentions; Sir Humphrey Davy's lantern, by which coals Are safely mined for in the mode he mentions, Tombuctoo travels, voyages to the Poles, Are ways to benefit mankind, as true, Perhaps, as shooting them at Waterloo.

What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.