Next week I shall begin my operations on my hat, on which you know my principal hopes of happiness depend.

What dreadful Hot weather we have!-It keeps one in a continual state of Inelegance.

I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal.

Here I am once more in this scene of dissipation and vice, and I begin already to find my morals corrupted.

Catch a falling star an' put it in your pocket, Never let it fade away! Catch a falling star an' put it in your pocket, Save it for a rainy day! For love may c…

There's a hope for every woe, And a balm for every pain, But the first joys of our heart Come never back again!

The happiest day - the happiest hour My sear'd and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown.