Not childhood alone, but the young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal.

Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . . . Sabbathless Satan!

Shakespeare is one of the last books one should like to give up, perhaps the one just before the Dying Service in a large Prayer book.

Dr Parr...asked him, how he had acquired his power of smoking at such a rate? Lamb replied, 'I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.'

If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick-bed. How the patient lords it there!

The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.