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

The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.

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

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.

He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.

How readily we wish time spent revoked, that we might try the ground again where once--through inexperience, as we now perceive--we missed that happiness we might have found!

With spots quadrangular of diamond form, ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, and spades, the emblems of untimely graves.