I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.

Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.

To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.

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."