“One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.”

Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.

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

A sound head, an honest heart, and an humble spirit are the three best guides through time and to eternity.

Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.

We are like the herb which flourisheth most when it is most trampled on.

Those who are too idle to read, save for the purpose of amusement, may in these works acquire some acquaintance with history, which, however inaccurate, is better than none.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Credit is like a looking-glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clear again; but if once cracked can never be repaired.

Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!

To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

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?

What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people’s minds.

Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet.

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

For success, attitude is equally as important as ability.

Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.

Female beauties are as fickle in their faces as in their minds; though casualties should spare them, age brings in a necessity of decay.

We of this age have discovered a shorter, and more prudent method to become scholars and wits, without the fatigue of reading or of thinking.

An artist must be a reactionary. He has to stand out against the tenor of the age and not go flopping along.

No man was ever so completely skilled in the conduct of life, as not to receive new information from age and experience.

Port is not for the very young, the vain and the active. It is the comfort of age and the companion of the scholar and the philosopher.

Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.

I’m as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth.

Religion seems to have grown an infant with age, and requires miracles to nurse it, as it had in its infancy.