Up anchor! Up anchor!

When youth was lord of my unchallenged fate, And time seemed but the vassal of my will, I entertained certain guests of state— The great of older days.

The first thing to be done by a biographer in estimating character is to examine the stubs of his victim's cheque-books.

I must have told my story ill if to every physician who hears me its illustrations have not the invigorating force of moral tonics.

Death’s but one more to-morrow.

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.