We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.

The time which passes over our heads so imperceptibly makes the same gradual change in habits, manners and character, as in personal appearance. At the revolution of every five years we find ourselves another and yet the same;--there is a change of views, and no less of the light in which we regard them; a change of motives as well as of action.

Sordid selfishness doth contract and narrow our benevolence, and cause us, like serpents, to infold ourselves within ourselves, and to turn out our stings to the entire world besides.

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

Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.

He that would soothe sorrow must not argue on the vanity of the most deceitful hopes.

The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?