The English writer, Charles Lamb, said one day: "I hate that man." "But you don't know him." "Of course, I don't," said Lamb. "Do you think I could possibly hate a man I know?"

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

Sassafras wood boiled down to a kind of tea, and tempered with an infusion of milk and sugar hath to some a delicacy beyond the China luxury.

The trumpet does not more stun you by its loudness, than a whisper teases you by its provoking inaudibility.

To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.

From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.