Falsehood is for a season.

Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature; for never is life so low or so little as when occupied with the present.

A good cook is the peculiar gift of the gods. He must be a perfect creature from the brain to the palate, from the palate to the finger's end.

The happiest of pillows is not that which love first presses! it is that which death has frowned on and passed over.

O Music! how it grieves me that imprudence, intemperance, gluttony, should open their channels into thy sacred stream.

The present, like a note in music, is nothing but as it appertains to what is past and what is to come.

There is a desire of property in the sanest and best men, which Nature seems to have implanted as conservative of her works, and which is necessary to encourage and keep alive the arts.