One of the most striking signs of the decay of art is the intermixing of different genres.

Cursed Mammon be, when he with treasures To restless action spurs our fate! Cursed when for soft, indulgent leisures, He lays for us the pillows straight.

So, lively brisk old fellow, don't let age get you down. White hairs or not, you can still be a lover.

The proper place for liberality is in the realm of the emotions.

Writing is busy idleness.

People of uncommon abilities generally fall into eccentricities when their sphere of life is not adequate to their abilities.

Faith is a homely, private capital; as there are public savings-banks and poor funds, out of which in times of want we can relieve the necessities of individuals, so here the faithful take their coin in peace.