The vices of some men are magnificent.

A man cannot have a pure mind who refuses apple dumplings.

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.

May be the truth is, that one pipe is wholesome, two pipes toothsome, three pipes noisome, four pipes fulsome, five pipes quarrelsome; and that's the some on't.

He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.

A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.

Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.