“Heap on more wood! – the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.”

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.

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

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.

The man who is deserving the name is the one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

Hurry no man’s cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself.

As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.