It is a great disgrace to religion, to imagine that it is an enemy to mirth and cheerfulness, and a severe exacter of pensive looks and solemn faces.

Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.

Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much.

Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.

What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.

Affection can withstand very severe storms of vigor, but not a long polar frost of indifference.