O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.

There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.

There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.

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

O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast, And been bow'd to the earth by its fury; To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd Were as harsh as a prejudiced jury - Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime, The regrets of remembrance to cozen, And having obtained a New Trial of Time, Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen.