'Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and have her nonsense respected. |
A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins. |
A child's a plaything for an hour. |
A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market. |
A little thin, flowery border round, neat, not gaudy. |
A poor relation is the most irrelevant thing in nature |
A poor relation is the most irrelevant thing in nature, a piece of impertinent correspondence, an odious approximation, a haunting conscience, a preposterous shadow, lengthening in the noon-tide of our prosperity. He is known by his knock. |
All people have their blind side - their superstitions; and I have heard her declare, under the rose, that hearts were her favourite suit. |
Angel-duck, angel-duck, winged and silly, / Pouring a watering-pot over a lily. |
Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral. |
Asparagus inspires gentle thoughts. |
Borrowers of books, those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes. |
Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people. |
Cards are war, in disguise of a sport |
Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it |