The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.
I love to lose myself in other men’s minds.
For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.
Riches are chiefly good because they give us time.
The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.
She unbent her mind afterwards – over a book.
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.
Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.
To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives.
Some people have a knack of putting upon you gifts of no real value, to engage you to substantial gratitude. We thank them for nothing.
I’d like to grow very old as slowly as possible.
Credulity is the man’s weakness, but the child’s strength.
Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.
I could never hate anyone I knew.