"The newspapers! Sir, they are the most villainous — licentious — abominable — infernal — Not that I ever read them — no — I make it a rule never to look into a newspaper."

"There is not a passion so strongly rooted in the human heart as envy."

"Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,—disfigure them to make 'em pass for their own."

"It was an amiable weakness."

"Be just before you're generous."

"An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance."

"Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here's to the widow of fifty; Here's to the flaunting, extravegant quean, And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Let the toast pass — Drink to the lass; I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass."

"I leave my character behind me."

"Here is the whole set! a character dead at every word."

"You had no taste when you married me."

"Tale-bearers are as bad as the tale-makers."

"You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin."

"Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics."

"Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you."

"A bumper of good liquor Will end a contest quicker Than justice, judge, or vicar."

"I loved him for himself alone."

"I ne'er could any luster see In eyes that would not look on me."

"Through all the drama — whether damned or not — Love gilds the scene, and women guide the plot."

"I own the soft impeachment."

"My valour is certainly going! — it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palm of my hands!"

"As there are three of us come on purpose for the game, you won't be so cantankerous as to spoil the party by sitting out."

"Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore."

"Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame. Their level life is but a mouldering fire, Unquenched by want, unfanned by strong desire."

"So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more."

"Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose, Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes."

"But winter lingering chills the lap of May."

"By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; The sports of children satisfy the child."

"The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm, The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form."

"Man seems the only growth that dwindles here."

"Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honor sinks where commerce long prevails."

"Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is, at home."

"Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!"

"These little things are great to little man."

"Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view."

"And learn the luxury of doing good."

"Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untraveled fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain."

"Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po."

"Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray."

"To the last moment of his breath On hope the wretch relies; And e'en the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise."

"O Memory! thou fond deceiver."