Philanthropy, like charity, must begin at home.

Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.

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.

Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds.

This is the magnanimity of authorship, when a writer having a topic presented to him, fruitful of beauties for common minds, waives his privilege, and trusts to the judicious few for understanding the reason of his abstinence.

For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.

A sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature.