He first selected the smallest one...and then bowed his head as though he were saying grace. Opening his mouth very wide, he struggled for a moment, after which all was over. I shall never forget the comic look of despair he cast upon the other five over-occupied shells. I asked him how he felt. 'Profoundly grateful,' he said, 'as if I had swallowed a small baby.'

The great quality of Dulness is to be unalterably contented with itself.

Time passes, Time the consoler, Time the anodyne.

There is a skeleton in every house.

As nature made every man with a nose and eyes of his own, she gave him a character of his own, too; and yet we, O foolish race! must try our very best to ape some one or two of our neighbors, whose ideas fit us no more than their breeches!

We can't all be lions in this world. There must be some lambs, harmless, kindly, gregarious creatures for eating and shearing.

All is vanity, nothing is fair.