Since All The Maids Are Good And

I Allow No Hot-beds In The Gardens Of Parnassus.

Tis The Privilege Of Friendship To Talk Nonsense, And To Have Nonsense Respected.

Is It A Stale Remark To Say That I Have Constantly Found The Interest Excited At A Playhouse To Bear An Exact Inverse Proportion To The Price Paid For Admission?

Books Of Quick Interest, That Hurry On For Incidents Are For The Eye To Glide Over Only. It Will Not Do To Read Them Out. I Could Never Listen To Even The Better Kind Of Modern Novels Without Extreme Irksomeness.

Literature Is A Bad Crutch, But A Good Walking-stick.