The coquette has companions, indeed, but no lovers,--for love is respectful and timorous; and where among her followers will she find a husband?

The necessities of our condition require a thousand offices of tenderness, which mere regard for the species will never dictate.

Then with no throbs of fiery pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.

To be free it is not enough to beat the system, one must beat the system every day

Sir, you have but two topics, yourself and me. I am sick of both.

How gloomy would be the mansions of the dead to him who did not know that he should never die: that what now acts shall continue its agency, and what now thinks shall think on forever!

The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high road that leads him to England.