When I was quite a boy I had a spasm of religion which lasted six weeks... But I never since have swallowed the Christian fable.

Among the Diaries beginning with the second quarter of our century, there is frequent mention of a lady then becoming famous for her beauty and her wit: "an unusual combination," in the deliberate syllables of one of the writers, who is, however, not disposed to personal irony when speaking of her.

I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.

I know him, February's thrush, And loud at eve he valentines On sprays that paw the naked bush Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.

Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.

Caricature is rough truth.

Observation is the most enduring of the pleasures of life.