The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er.

Women are but the toys which amuse our lighter hours---ambition is the serious business of life.

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

Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.

Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.

It is the privilege of tale-tellers to open their story in an inn, the free rendezvous of all travellers, and where the humour of each displays itself, without ceremony or restraint.