A poor relation—is the most irrelevant thing in nature.
How sickness enlarges the dimension of a man’s self to himself!
Books think for me. I can read anything which I call a book.
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?
I never knew an enemy to puns who was not an ill-natured man.
This is the magnanimity of authorship, when a writer having a topic presented to him, fruitful of beauties for common minds, waives his privilege, and trusts to the judicious few for understanding the reason of his abstinence.