Saturday afternoon, although occurring at regular and well-foreseen intervals, always takes this railway by surprise.

If you're anxious to shine in the high aesthetic line as a man of culture rare, you must get up all the germs of the transcendental terms, and plant them everywhere.

I love my fellow creatures - I do all the good I can - yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!

I am a courtier grave and serious Who is about to kiss your hand: Try to combine a pose imperious With a demeanour nobly bland.

The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own.

When the enterprising burglar isn't burgling; When the cut-throat isn't occupied in crime; He loves to hear the little brook a-gurgling; And listen to the merry village chime.

When you are lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is tabooed by anxiety, I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in without impropriety.