why will friends publish all the trash they can scrape together of celebrated people?

half the good intentions of my life have been frustrated by my unfortunate habit of putting things off till to-morrow.

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

[On collectors of quotations:] How far our literature may in future suffer from these blighting swarms, will best be conceived by a glance at what they have already withered and blasted of the favourite productions of our most popular poets.

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

Home! With what different sensations different people pronounce and hear that word pronounced!

wit is often its own worst enemy.