Our ancestors are very good kind of folks; but they are the last people I should choose to have a visiting acquaintance with.

Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,-disfigure them to make 'em pass for their own.

Madam, a circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge; it blossoms through the year. And depend on it that they who are so fond of handling the leaves, will long for the fruit at last.

That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.

Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible.

Nothing keeps me in such awe as perfect beauty; now, there is something consoling and encouraging in ugliness.

Humanity always becomes a conqueror.