In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

Let joy be unconfined.

The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth

Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice-- The weakness and the wickedness of luxury-- The negligence--the apathy--the evils Of sensual sloth--produces ten thousand tyrants, Whose delegated cruelty surpasses The worst acts of one energetic master, However harsh and hard in his own bearing.

Adversity is the first path to truth.