Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.

I hate all pain, Given or received; we have enough within us The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add to each other's natural burden Of mortal misery.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.

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!

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