The time never lies heavy upon him; it is impossible for him to be alone.

The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves.

Our admiration of a famous man lessens upon our nearer acquaintance with him; and we seldom hear of a celebrated person without a catalogue of some notorious weaknesses and infirmities.

Is it not wonderful, that the love of the parent should be so violent while it lasts and that it should last no longer than is necessary for the preservation of the young?

Tradition is an important help to history, but its statements should be carefully scrutinized before we rely on them.

Most of our fellow-subjects are guided either by the prejudice of education or by a deference to the judgment of those who perhaps in their own hearts disapprove the opinions which they industriously spread among the multitude.

I have often thought, says Sir Roger, it happens very well that Christmas should fall out in the middle of Winter.