New Year's Day is every man's birthday.
The vices of some men are magnificent.
The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school-boy's holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.
Don't introduce me to that man! I want to go on hating him, and I can't hate a man whom I know.
Cultivate simplicity, Coleridge.
Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.