How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

Not if I know myself at all.

The vices of some men are magnificent.

The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.

By myself walking, To myself talking.

Why are we never quite at ease in the presence of a schoolmaster? Because we are conscious that he is not quite at his ease in ours. He is awkward, and out of place in the society of his equals. He comes like Gulliver from among his little people, and he cannot fit the stature of his understanding to yours.

Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.