Charity is a flower not naturally of earthly growth, and it needs manuring with a promise of profit.

The song that we hear with our ears is only the song that is sung in our hearts.

It is quite easy for stupid people to be happy; they believe in fables, and they trot on in a beaten track like a horse on a tramway.

Charity is a flower not naturally of earthly growth, and it needs manuring with a promise of profit.

Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet!

I have known men who have been sold and bought a hundred times, who have only got very fat and very comfortable in the process of exchange.

Why is youth so short and age so long?