The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!

To be honest...here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude...

As if a man's soul were not too small to begin with, they have dwarfed an narrowed theirs by a life of all work and no play; until here they are at forty, with a listless attention, a mind vacant of all material of amusement, and not one thought to rub against another, while they wait for the train.

I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.

O my poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satan's signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend.

The bold may not live long, but the timid never live at all.