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

Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever puts one down without the feeling of disappointment.

No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.

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

For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

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

Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!