Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.
When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.
Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.
Ridicule often checks what is absurd, and fully as often smothers that which is noble.
Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.
I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?