Think what you would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives' fables in childhood, you had been crammed with geography and natural history!
The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
I could never hate anyone I knew.
Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!
Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.
He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition.