If The Race Is Good, So Is

A Man Of Good Sense But Of Little Faith, Whose Compassion Seemed To Lead Him To Church As Often As He Went There, Said To Me; 'that He Liked To Have Concerts, And Fairs, And Churches, And Other Public Amusements Go On.

One Of The Illusions Of Life Is That The Present Hour Is Not The Critical, Decisive One.

The Wonder Is Always New That Any Sane Man Can Be A Sailor.

I Can Reason Down Or Deny Everything, Except This Perpetual Belly: Feed He Must And Will, And I Cannot Make Him Respectable.

The Love Of Novels Is The Preference Of Sentiment To The Senses.