Habit Is Our Idea Of Eternity.

The Past Is Perpetual Youth To The Heart.

When Does The Mind Put Forth Its Powers? When Are The Stores Of Memory Unlocked? When Does Wit 'flash From Fluent Lips?' -- When But After A Good Dinner? Who Will Deny Its Influence On The Affections? Half Our Friends Are Born Of Turbots And Truffles.

Habit Is A Second Nature, And What Was At First Pleasure, Is Next Necessity.

Knowledge Is Much Like Dust - It Sticks To One, One Does Not Know How.

So Much To Win, So Much To Lose, No Marvel That I Fear To Choose.