I am so convinced of the advantages of looking at mankind instead of reading about them, and of the bitter effects of staying at home with all the narrow prejudices of an Islander, that I think there should be a law amongst us to set our young men abroad for a term among the few allies our wars have left us.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew, upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.

Critics are already made.

A man must serve his time to every trade save censure -- critics all are ready made.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.