The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, "Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more."

What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?

An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.

Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.

Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.

Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.

Great offices will have great talents.