I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed.

A Spaniard will seek to persuade you that the bull-ring is an institution got up chiefly for the benefit of the bull.

We are so bound together that no man can labor for himself alone. Each blow he strikes in his own behalf helps to mold the universe.

If he were a man of strong mind, it only gave him fits; but a person of mere average intellect it usually sent mad.

In the church is a memorial to Mrs. Sarah Hill, who bequeathed 1 pound annually, to be divided at Easter, between two boys and two girls who "have never been undutiful to their parents; who have never been known to swear or to tell untruths, to steal, or to break windows." Fancy giving up all that for five shillings a year! It is not worth it!

I saw a great Newfoundland dog the other day sitting in front of a mirror at the entrance to a shop in Regent's Circus, and examining himself with an amount of smug satisfaction that I have never seen equaled elsewhere outside a vestry meeting.

We shall never be content until each man makes his own weather and keeps it to himself.