When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?

There are like to be short graces where the devil plays host.

Gluttony and surfeiting are no proper occasions for thanksgiving.

We encourage one another in mediocrity.

He has left off reading altogether, to the great improvement of his originality.

I could never hate anyone I knew.

Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever puts one down without the feeling of disappointment.