Habit is, to weak minds, a species of moral predestination, from which they have no power to escape.

The bore is usually considered a harmless creature, or of that class of irrationa bipeds who hurt only themselves.

The Irish sometimes make and keep a vow against whiskey; these vows are usually limited to a short time.

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.

Artificial manners vanish the moment the natural passions are touched.

how impossible it is not to laugh in some company, or to laugh in others.

Illness was a sort of occupation to me, and I was always sorry to get well.