I Am Not Old, But My Young

He Had But One Eye, And The Popular Prejudice Runs In Favor Of Two.

Hours Are Golden Links--god's Tokens Reaching Heaven.

Never Close Your Lips To Those Whom You Have Already Opened Your Heart.

Our Affections, However Laudable, In This Transitory World, Should Never Master Us; We Should Guide Them, Guide Them.

... I Had A Latent Impression That There Was Something Decidedly Fine In Mr. Wopsle's Elocution - Not For Old Associations' Sake, I Am Afraid, But Because It Was Very Slow, Very Dreary, Very Up-hill And Down-hill, And Very Unlike Any Way In Which Any Man In Any Natural Circumstances Of Life Or Death Ever Expressed Himself About Anything.