English physicians kill you, the French let you die.

Do not fold, spindle or mutilate.

Science has succeeded to poetry, no less in the little walks of children than with men. Is there no possibility of averting this sore evil?

The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling - a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.

The light that lies In woman's eyes.

Man is a gaming animal.

I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves The very marrow of tradition 's shown; And all that history, much that fiction weaves.