To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.

Coleridge declares that a man cannot have a good conscience who refuses apple dumplings, and I confess that I am of the same opinion.

Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever puts one down without the feeling of disappointment.

Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

Man is a gaming animal.

Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds.