A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.

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.

Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.

I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.

The vices of some men are magnificent.

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

Riches are chiefly good because they give us time.