The essence of all jokes, of all comedy, seems to be an honest or well intended halfness; a non performance of that which is pretended to be performed, at the same time that one is giving loud pledges of performance. The balking of the intellect, is comedy and it announces itself in the pleasant spasms we call laughter.

In the morning a man walks with his whole body; in the evening, only with his legs.

Society is a masked ball, where every one hides his real character, and reveals it by hiding.

The betrothed and accepted lover has lost the wildest charms of his maiden by her acceptance. She was heaven while he pursued her, but she cannot be heaven if she stoops to one such as he!

Every man's Reason is sufficient for his guidance, if used.

Of the Shaker society, it was formerly a sort of proverb in the country, that they always sent the devil to market.

The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames.