My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me.
No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.
Cultivate simplicity, Coleridge.
Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity.
Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.