A man must get a thing before he can forget it.

The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past--and man forgot.

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.

A goose flies by a chart which the Royal Geographical Society could not mend.

Stillness of person and steadiness of features are signal marks of good breeding.

Speak clearly, if you speak at all; carve every word before you let it fall.