Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.

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

To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.

In prosperous times I have sometimes felt my fancy and powers of language flag, but adversity is to me at least a tonic and bracer.

Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.

In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.

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