For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

Mother's love grows by giving.

The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.

Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength.

Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.