Feb 10, 1775 - Dec 27, 1834
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Pain is life - the sharper, the more evidence of life.
I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.
We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.
We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.
I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and have her nonsense respected.
New Year's Day is every man's birthday.
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.
To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives.
She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.
We all have some taste or other, of too ancient a date to admit of our remembering it was an acquired one.
Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.
My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.
The human species, according to the best theory I can form of it, is composed of two distinct races: the men who borrow, and the men who lend.
Commemoration of Sundar Singh of India, Sadhu, Evangelist, Teacher, 1929 I am disposed to say grace upon twenty other occasions in the course of the day besides my dinner. I want a form for setting out upon a pleasant walk, for a moonlight ramble, for a friendly meeting or a solved problem. Why have we none for books, those spiritual repasts -- a grace before Milton, a devotional exercise proper to be said before reading [Spenser]?
These people have served a longer sentence than some people who have committed murder.
The greatest pleasure I know is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.
I am determined that my children shall be brought up in their father's religion, if they can find out what it is.
How some they have died, and some they have left me,<br /> And some are taken from me; all are departed;<br /> All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
For with G.D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to <br />speak it profanely) to be present with the Lord.
Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body <br />came to be called in question by it.
Suck, baby! suck! mother's love grows by giving:<br /> Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting!<br /> Black manhood comes when riotous guilty living<br /> Hands thee the cup that shall be death in tasting.
He hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the judicious <br />epicure--and for such a tomb might be content to die.
A woman asked a coachman, \'Are you full inside?\' Upon which Lamb <br />put his head through the window and said, \'I am quite full <br />inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gillman's did the <br />business for me.\'
Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with <br />its usual severity.
You do not play then at whist, sir? Alas, what a sad old age you <br />are preparing for yourself!<br /> [Fr., Vous ne jouez donc pas le whist, monsieur? Helas! quelle <br />triste vieilesse vous vous preparez!
Do not fold, spindle or mutilate.
The game [of poker] exemplifies the worst aspects of capitalism <br />that have made our country so great.
