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

There is not a passion so strongly rooted in the human heart as envy.

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

A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge.

Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.

There is nothing on earth so easy as to forget, if a person chooses to set about it. I'm sure I have as much forgot your poor, dear uncle, as if he had never existed; and I thought it my duty to do so.

Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.