There are some persons in this world, who, unable to give better proof of being wise, take a strange delight in showing what they think they have sagaciously read in mankind by uncharitable suspicions of them.

Yet habit - strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?

To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee.

There is nothing namable but that some men will, or undertake to, do it for pay.

At sea a fellow comes out. Salt water is like wine, in that respect.