It Is Very Iniquitous To Make Me

Kill A Man's Family, And He May Brook It, But Keep Your Hands Out Of His Breeches' Pocket.

In Itself A Thought, A Slumbering Thought Is Capable Of Years; And Curdles A Long Life Into One Hour.

Fame Is The Thirst Of Youth.

Eternity Forbids Thee To Forget.

The Fact Is That My Wife If She Had Common Sense Would Have More Power Over Me Than Any Other Whatsoever, For My Heart Always Alights Upon The Nearest Perch.