Here, my dear Lucy, hide these books. Quick, quick! Fling "Peregrine Pickle" under the toilette -throw "Roderick Random" into the closet -put "The Innocent Adultery" into "The Whole Duty of Man"; thrust "Lord Aimworth" under the sofa! cram "Ovid" behind the bolster; there -put "The Man of Feeling" into your pocket. Now for them.

To smile at the jest which plants a thorn in another's breast is to become a principal in the mischief.

In all cases of slander currency, whenever the forger of the lie is not to be found, the injured parties should have a right to come on any of the indorsers.

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

When of a gossiping circle it was asked, "What are they doing?" The answer was, "Swapping lies.

Fame, the sovereign deity of proud ambition.

Pity those whom nature abuses, never those who abuse nature.