Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have nonsense respected.

When I am not walking, I am reading. I cannot sit and think.

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

You look wise, pray correct that error.

Science has succeeded to poetry, no less in the little walks of children than with men. Is there no possibility of averting this sore evil?

In some respects the better a book is, the less it demands from the binding.

May be the truth is, that one pipe is wholesome, two pipes toothsome, three pipes noisome, four pipes fulsome, five pipes quarrelsome; and that's the some on't.