I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.

Is it a stale remark to say that I have constantly found the interest excited at a playhouse to bear an exact inverse proportion to the price paid for admission?

Positively, the best thing a man can have to do, is nothing, and next to that perhaps — good works.

The most mortifying infirmity in human nature, to feel in ourselves, or to contemplate in another, is perhaps cowardice.

In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice.

The drinking man is never less himself than during his sober intervals.

This is the magnanimity of authorship, when a writer having a topic presented to him, fruitful of beauties for common minds, waives his privilege, and trusts to the judicious few for understanding the reason of his abstinence.