We were happier when we were poorer, but we were also younger.

I mean your borrowers of books - those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes.

English physicians kill you, the French let you die.

Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength.

The laws of Pluto's kingdom know small difference between king and cobbler, manager and call-boy; and, if haply your dates of life were conterminant, you are quietly taking your passage, cheek by cheek (O ignoble levelling of Death) with the shade of some recently departed candle-snuffer.

Is it a stale remark to say that I have constantly found the interest excited at a playhouse to bear an exact inverse proportion to the price paid for admission?

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.