Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.

O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.

One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.

And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.

A pretty woman is a welcome guest.