The mountain rill Seeks with no surer flow the far bright sea, Than my unchang'd affections flow to thee.

I'm king of the dead and I make my throne On a monument slab of marble cold And my scepter of rule is the spade I hold: Come they from cottage or come they from hall, Mankind are my subjects, all, all, all! Let them loiter in pleasure or toilfully spin I gather them in, I gather them in!

Man and woman have each of them qualities and tempers in which the other is deficient, and which in union contribute to the common felicity.

If we don't hang together, by Heavens we shall hang separately

Unless we put medical freedom into the constitution the time will come when medicine will organize into an undercover dictatorship and force people who wish doctors and treatment of their own choice to submit to only what the dictating outfit offers.

The art of getting riches consists very much in thrift. All men are not equally qualified for getting money, but it is in the power of every one alike to practice this virtue.

The best doctors give the least medicines

Pure and undimmed, thy angel smile Is mirrored on my dreams, Like evening's sunset-girded isle Upon her shadowed streams: And o'er my thoughts thy vision floats, Like melody of spring-bird, notes When the blue halcyon gently laves His plumage in the flashing waves.

There are in life real evils enough, and it is folly to afflict ourselves with imaginary ones it is time enough when the real ones arrive.