Next to the very young, I suppose the very old are the most selfish.

Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?-Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

One tires of a page of which every sentence sparkles with points, of a sentimentalist who is always pumping the tears from his eyes or your own.

She had not character enough to take to drinking, and moaned about, slip-shod and in curl-papers, all day.

It was in the reign of George II. that the above-named personages lived and quarrelled ; good or bad, handsome or ugly, rich or poor, they are all equal now

Humor is wit and love.

It is to the middle-class we must look for the safety of England.