A babe is fed with milk and praise.

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?

Since all the maids are good and lovable, from whence come the bad wives?

I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.

Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity.

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.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.