The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street. |
My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more. |
I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. |
Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral. |
She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book. |
The beggar wears all colors fearing none. |
The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days. |
Let us live for the beauty of our own reality. |
Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength. |
A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market. |
My theory is to enjoy life, but the practice is against it. |
Shakespeare is one of the last books one should like to give up, perhaps the one just before the Dying Service in a large Prayer book. |
Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever puts one down without the feeling of disappointment. |
Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people. |
New Year's Day is every man's birthday. |
The greatest pleasure I know is to do a good action by stealth and have it found out by accident. |
I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible. |
Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other. |
Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and have her nonsense respected. Topics: Friendship |
Riches are chiefly good because they give us time. |