The trumpet does not more stun you by its loudness, than a whisper teases you by its provoking inaudibility.

If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.

(The pig) hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the judicious epicure - and for such a tomb might be content to die.

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

Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.

What a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians were reposing here as in some dormitory, or middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade. I seem to inhale learning, walking amid their foliage; and the odor of their old moth-scented coverings is fragrant as the first bloom of the sciential apples which grew amid the happy orchard.

Positively, the best thing a man can have to do, is nothing, and next to that perhaps — good works.