Let every book-worm, when in any fragrant, scarce old tome, he discovers a sentence, a story, an illustration, that does his heart good, hasten to give it the widest circulation that newspapers and magazines, penny and halfpenny, can afford.

As a man without forethought scarcely deserves the name of a man, so forethought without reflection is but a metaphorical phrase for the instinct of a beast.

There is small chance of truth at the goal, where there is not childlike humility at the starting-post.

Every human feeling is greater and larger than its exciting cause-a proof, I think, that man is designed for a higher state of existence.

The fastidious taste will find offence in the occasional vulgarisms, or what we now call slang, which not a few of our writers seem to have affected.

Reviewers are usually people who would have been, poets, historians, biographer, if they could. They have tried their talents at one thing or another and have failed; therefore they turn critic.

Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.