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.

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

Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity.

I am Retired Leisure. I am to be met with in trim gardens. I am already come to be known by my vacant face and careless gesture, perambulating at no fixed pace nor with any settled purpose. I walk about; not to and from.

When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?

The world meets nobody half way.

Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.