How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself! Supreme selfishness is inculcated upon him as his only duty.

Man is a gaming animal.

Much depends upon when and where you read a book. In the five or six impatient minutes before the dinner is quite ready, who would think of taking up the Faerie Queen for a stopgap, or a volume of Bishop Andrews's Sermons?

The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.

A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.

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