Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home.

It's a fair wind that blew men to ale.

There are moments of mingled sorrow and tenderness, which hallow the caresses of affection.

The literary world is made up of little confederacies, each looking upon its own members as the lights of the universe; and considering all others as mere transient meteors, doomed to soon fall and be forgotten, while its own luminaries are to shine steadily into immortality.

A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.

To occupy an inch of dusty shelf-to have the title of their works read now and then in a future age by some drowsy churchman or casual straggler, and in another age to be lost, even to remembrance. Such is the amount of boasted immortality.

He that drinks beer, thinks beer.