Whose Wit In The Combat, As Gentle

Boys Are Capital Fellows In Their Own Way, Among Their Mates; But They Are Unwholesome Companions For Grown People.

Presents, I Often Say, Endear Absents.

Literature Is A Bad Crutch, But A Good Walking-stick.

No One Ever Regarded The First Of January With Indifference.

A Sweet Child Is The Sweetest Thing In Nature.