The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

The light that lies In woman's eyes.

I am Retired Leisure. I am to be met with in trim gardens. I am already come to be known by my vacant face and careless gesture, perambulating at no fixed pace nor with any settled purpose. I walk about; not to and from.

I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves The very marrow of tradition 's shown; And all that history, much that fiction weaves.

No work is worse than overwork; the mind preys on itself,--the most unwholesome of food.

Think what you would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives' fables in childhood, you had been crammed with geography and natural history!

A child's nature is too serious a thing to admit of its being regarded as a mere appendage to another being.