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

The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!

Thou hast had thty day, old dame, but thy sun has long been set. Thou art now the very emblem of an old warhorse turned out on the barren heath; thou hast had thy paces in thy time, but now a broken amble is the best of them.

Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.

Teach self-denial and make its practice pleasure, and you can create for the world a destiny more sublime that ever issued from the brain of the wildest dreamer.

O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

War is the only game in which both sides lose.