We are no more free agents than the queen of clubs when she victoriously takes prisoner the knave of hearts.

And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.

Nobody can deny but religion is a comfort to the distressed, a cordial to the sick, and sometimes a restraint on the wicked.

While conscience is our friend, all is at peace; however once it is offended, farewell to a tranquil mind.

Writers of novels and romance in general bring a double loss to their readers; robbing them of their time and money; representing men, manners, and things, that never have been, or are likely to be.

But the fruit that can fall without shaking Indeed is too mellow for me.

Miserable is the fate of writers: if they are agreeable, they are offensive; and if dull, they starve.