And yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of se >>
But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundatio >>
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin. >>
I came to the conclusion long ago that all life is six to five against >>
Nobody has ever bet enough on a winning horse. >>
No wife can endure a gambling husband; unless he is a steady winner. >>
I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people, being always excited; women, wine, fame, the table, even ambition, sate now and then, but every turn of the card and cast of the dice keeps the gambler alive -- besides one can game ten times longer than one can do any thing else.