For in religion as in friendship, they who profess most are ever the least sincere.

If I reprehend anything in this world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs!

You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.

There 's nothing like being used to a thing.

There's no possibility of being witty without a little ill-nature - the malice of a good thing is the barb that makes it stick.

For in religion as in friendship, they who profess most are ever the least sincere.

Our memories are independent of our wills.