We do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it.

When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.

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

The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.

Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr. Gilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town. A woman asked the coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, "I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilman's did the business for me."

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.

I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.