Every hour has its end.

Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.

A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.

I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!

Chess is a sad waste of brains.

It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.

come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last