Is it a stale remark to say that I have constantly found the interest excited at a playhouse to bear an exact inverse proportion to the price paid for admission?

New Year's Day is every man's birthday.

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

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?

The human species, according to the best theory I can form of it, is composed of two distinct races, the men who borrow and the men who lend.

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.

We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been.