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

Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity.

We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been.

In every thing that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world.

A presentation copy, reader,-if haply you are yet innocent of such favours-is a copy of a book which does not sell, sent you by the author.

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.