Antiquity! thou wondrous charm, what art thou? that being nothing art everything? When thou wert, thou wert not antiquity - then thou wert nothing, but hadst a remoter antiquity, as thou calledst it, to look back to with blind veneration; thou thyself being to thyself flat, jejune, modern! What mystery lurks in this retroversion? or what half Januses are we, that cannot look forward with the same idolatry with which we for ever revert! The mighty future is as nothing, being everything! the past is everything, being nothing!

I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.

Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!

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

We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.

The most mortifying infirmity in human nature, to feel in ourselves, or to contemplate in another, is perhaps cowardice.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.