I have been trying all my life to like Scotchmen, and am obliged to desist from the experiment in despair.
Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.
I counsel thee, shut not thy heart, nor thy library.
Be not frightened at the hard words "imposition," "imposture;" give and ask no questions. Cast thy bread upon the waters. Some have, unawares, entertained angels.
Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.
Is the world all grown up? Is childhood dead? Or is there not in the bosom of the wisest and the best some of the child's heart left, to respond to its earliest enchantments?