I never knew an enemy to puns who was not an ill-natured man.

Pain is life - the sharper, the more evidence of life.

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.

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.

By myself walking, To myself talking.

I cannot sit and think; books think for me.

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?