Illness was a sort of occupation to me, and I was always sorry to get well.
wit is often its own worst enemy.
Beauties are always curious about beauties, and wits about wits.
why will friends publish all the trash they can scrape together of celebrated people?
Bishop Wilkins prophesied that the time would come when gentlemen, when they were to go on a journey, would call for their wings as regularly as they call for their boots.
The everlasting quotation-lover dotes on the husks of learning.