When temptations march monotonously in regiments, one waits for to pass.

The New York playgoer is a child of nature, and he has an honest and wholesome regard of whatever is atrocious in art.

When temptations march monotonously in regiments, one waits for to pass.

Cast your cares on God; that anchor holds.

Fill an author with a titanic fame and you do not make him titanic; you often merely burst him.

That is the consolation of a little mind; you have the fun of changing it without impeding the progress of mankind.

Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.