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

He who brings ridicule to bear against truth finds in his hand a blade without a hilt. The most sparkling and pointed flame of wit flickers and expires against the incombustible walls of her sanctuary.

Cruelty in all countries is the companion of anger; but there is only one, and never was another on the globe, where she coquets both with anger and mirth.

Tyrants never perish from tyranny, but always from folly,-when their fantasies have built up a palace for which the earth has no foundation.

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.

Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.