A presentation copy, reader,-if haply you are yet innocent of such favours-is a copy of a book which does not sell, sent you by the author.

My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.

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

A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it.

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.

Satire does not look pretty upon a tombstone.

Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.