Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.
I cannot sit and think; books think for me.
Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.
Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!
He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.
The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school-boy's holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.