I have a strong opinion that a genuine love of books is one of the greatest blessings of life for man and woman.

avarice is especially, I suppose, a disease of the imagination.

Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

Much waste of words and of thought too would be avoided if disputants would always begin with a clear statement of the question, and not proceed to argue till they had agreed upon what it was that they were arguing about.

The desire to be the object of public attention is weak, but the excessive dread of it is but a form of vanity and over-self-contemplativeness.

It is remarkable what fine hands men of genius write, even when they are as awkward in all other uses of the hand as a cow with a musket.

April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.