Anything Awful Makes Me Laugh. I Misbehaved

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

A Child's Nature Is Too Serious A Thing To Admit Of Its Being Regarded As A Mere Appendage To Another Being.

Returning To Town In The Stage-coach, Which Was Filled With Mr. Gilman's Guests, We Stopped For A Minute Or Two At Kentish Town. A Woman Asked The Coachman, "are You Full Inside?" Upon Which Lamb Put His Head Through The Window And Said, "i Am Quite Full Inside; That Last Piece Of Pudding At Mr. Gilman's Did The Business For Me."

All People Have Their Blind Side-their Superstitions.

A Man Cannot Have A Pure Mind Who Refuses Apple Dumplings.