I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

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

The heart that once has been bathed in love's pure fountain retains the pulse of youth forever.

The writing of the wise are the only riches our posterity cannot squander.

When a woman hath ceased to be quite the same to us, it matters little how different she becomes.

Nations, like individuals, interest us in their growth.

If in argument we can make a man angry with us, we have drawn him from his vantage ground and overcome him.