Hoary-headed old Winter, I have had enough of you!

Well, it is a humiliating reflection, that the straightest road to a man's heart is through his palate.

When a literary person's exhaustive work is over, the last thing he wishes to do is to talk books.

No crust so tough as the grudged bread of dependence.

Hoary-headed old Winter, I have had enough of you!

Advice is like a doctor's pills; how easily he gives them! how reluctantly he takes them when his turn comes!

What a pity when editors review a woman's book, that they so often fall into the error of reviewing the woman instead.