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

One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name

Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!

Fortune may raise up or abuse the ordinary mortal, but the sage and the soldier should have minds beyond her control.

True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven.

Honour is a homicide and a bloodspiller, that gangs about making frays in the street; but Credit is a decent honest man, that sits at hame and makes the pat play.

Discretion is the perfection of reason, and a guide to us in all the duties of life.