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

We do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it.

The English writer, Charles Lamb, said one day: "I hate that man." "But you don't know him." "Of course, I don't," said Lamb. "Do you think I could possibly hate a man I know?"

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

A poor relation—is the most irrelevant thing in nature.

The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling - a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.

Gluttony and surfeiting are no proper occasions for thanksgiving.