Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.

Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.

The English writer, Charles Lamb, said one day: "I hate that man." "But you don't know him." "Of course, I don't," said Lamb. "Do you think I could possibly hate a man I know?"

A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect.

For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.

I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible.