A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a fools-cap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town.

The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

There is, in fact, no law or government at all; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.

Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Botswain, a dog.

A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.