When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.

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

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

He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition.

Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains.

Shakespeare is one of the last books one should like to give up, perhaps the one just before the Dying Service in a large Prayer book.

I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature.