The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations

To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.

Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.

What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.

Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.

I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.

Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!