And what holds good of verse holds infinitely better in respect to prose.

I never had a piece of toast particularly long and wide, But fell upon the sanded floor, And always on the buttered side.

In all highly civilised communities Pretence is prominent, and sooner or later invades the regions of Literature.

Cultivating literature as I do upon a little oatmeal, and driving, when in a position to be driven at all, in that humble vehicle, the 'bus, I have had, perhaps, exceptional opportunities for observing their mutual position and behaviour; and it is very peculiar.

And what holds good of verse holds infinitely better in respect to prose.

For my part, I do not feel that the scheme of future happiness, which ought by rights to be in preparation for me, will be at all interfered with by my not meeting again the man I have in my. mind.

One forgives the critic - perhaps - but never the good-natured friend.