The doctor obeyed the injunction to light up.

He was one of the hardest and most assiduous toilers in all London, and he appreciated a good cigar and a comfortable arm-chair more than some men could appreciate Paradise, or some women appreciate love.
"And I believe that joy will win the battle in the end," he said, with a puff that proved successful.
"Why ?" "I see evidences of it, or think I do.

The colour will fade out of bad acts, Addison, but the colour of a good act is eternal.

A noble deed will never emulate a Sir Joshua Reynolds--never.

Play to us, Cresswell." "Yes, but I wish you to talk.