The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.
For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.
Pain is life - the sharper, the more evidence of life.
Nothing puzzles me more than the time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less.
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.
The human species, according to the best theory I can form of it, is composed of two distinct races, the men who borrow and the men who lend.
