Occupation.—The want of occupation is no less the plague of society than of solitude.—Rousseau.
The busy have no time for tears.—Byron.
One of the principal occupations of man is to divine woman.—Lacretelle.
Ocean.—Wave rolling after wave in torrent rapture.—Milton.
It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, or like a cradled creature lies.—Barry Cornwall.
The visitation of the winds, who take the ruffian billows by the top, curling their monstrous heads.—Shakespeare.
Office.—The gratitude of place-expectants is a lively sense of future favors.—Walpole.
Opinion.—The men of the past had convictions, while we moderns have only opinions.—Heinrich Heine.
Wind puffs up empty bladders; opinion, fools.—Socrates.
Our pet opinions are usually those which place us in a minority of a minority amongst our own party: very happily, else those poor opinions, born with no silver spoon in their mouths, how would they get nourished and fed?—George Eliot.