I lived to write, and wrote to live.

Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it: He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.

Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

I lived to write, and wrote to live.

A man who attempts to read all the new productions must do as the flea does,--skip.

Gentle to others, to himself severe.