Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more.

What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.

We of the craft are all crazy.

Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.