Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr. Gilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town. A woman asked the coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, "I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilman's did the business for me."

Literature is a bad crutch, but a good walking-stick.

The measure of choosing well, is, whether a man likes and finds good in what he has chosen.

For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.

Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.

I cannot sit and think; books think for me.

This very night I am going to leave off tobacco! Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realised.