Greatness of any kind has no greater foe than a habit of drinking.

One or two of these scoundrel statesmen should be shot once a-year, just to keep the others on their good behavior.

We are like the herb which flourisheth most when it is most trampled on.

The lover's pleasure, like that of the hunter, is in the chase, and the brightest beauty loses half its merit, as the flower its perfume, when the willing hand can reach it too easily. There must be doubt; there must be difficulty and danger.

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.

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

Still are the thoughts to memory dear.