In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, and born in bed, in bed we die; the near approach a bed may show of human bliss to human woe.

The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.

Attack is the reaction. I never think I have hit hard unless it rebounds.

Scarcely any degree of judgment is sufficient to restrain the imagination from magnifying that on which it is long detained

Our senses, our appetite, and our passions are our lawful and faithful guides in things that relate solely to this life.

How is it that we hear the loudest yelps for liberty among the drivers of negroes?

Guilt once harbored in the conscious breast, intimidates the brave, degrades the great.