I am accounted by some people as a good man. How cheap that character is acquired! Pay your debts, don't borrow money, nor twist your kitten's neck off, nor disturb a congregation, etc., your business is done. I know things of myself, which would make every friend I have fly me as a plague patient.

The vices of some men are magnificent.

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.

I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.

Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.

I mean your borrowers of books - those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes.