He has left off reading altogether, to the great improvement of his originality.

To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

The vices of some men are magnificent.

In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice.

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.

Gluttony and surfeiting are no proper occasions for thanksgiving.