Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges

Credit is like a looking - glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clean again; but if once cracked can never be repaired

specimens of morbid anatomy ... together with projectiles and foreign bodies removed.

It was a big story and yesterday's soup. Who cares?

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum.

Discretion is being able to raise your eyebrow instead of your voice.