It Is A Curious Fact, But One

I Hate The Word 'ought' - It Always Implies Something Dull, Cold, And Commonplace. The 'ought Nots' Of Life Are Its Pleasantest Things.

Conscience, Like A Child, Is Soon Lulled To Sleep.

A Friend Is Never Alarmed For Us In The Right Place.

Consistency Is A Human Word, But It Certainly Expresses Nothing Human.

When Does The Mind Put Forth Its Powers? When Are The Stores Of Memory Unlocked? When Does Wit 'flash From Fluent Lips?' -- When But After A Good Dinner? Who Will Deny Its Influence On The Affections? Half Our Friends Are Born Of Turbots And Truffles.