I allow no hot-beds in the gardens of Parnassus.

Man is a gaming animal.

The only true time which a man can properly call his own, is that which he has all to himself; the rest, though in some sense he may be said to live it, is other people's time, not his.

Milton almost requires a solemn service of music to be played before you enter upon him. But he brings his music, to which who listen had need bring docile thoughts and purged ears.

Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?

I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.

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.