Youth, with swift feet, walks onward in the way; the land of joy lies all before his eyes.

Curse away! And let me tell thee, Beausant, a wise proverb The Arabs have,-"Curses are like young chickens, And still come home to roost."

Thought is valuable in proportion as it is generative.

We may observe in humorous authors that the faults they chiefly ridicule have often a likeness in themselves. Cervantes had much of the knight-errant in him; Sir George Etherege was unconsciously the Fopling Flutter of his own satire; Goldsmith was the same hero to chambermaids, and coward to ladies that he has immortalized in his charming comedy; and the antiquarian frivolities of Jonathan Oldbuck had their resemblance in Jonathan Oldbuck's creator.

Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.

Labour is the purgatory of the erring.

I have wrought great use out of evil tools.