Anything Awful Makes Me Laugh. I Misbehaved

Summer, As My Friend Coleridge Waggishly Writes, Has Set In With Its Usual Severity.

We Gain Nothing By Being With Such As Ourselves. We Encourage One Another In Mediocrity. I Am Always Longing To Be With Men More Excellent Than Myself.

A Persian's Heaven Is Eas'ly Made: 't Is But Black Eyes And Lemonade.

I Toiled After It, Sir, As Some Men Toil After Virtue.

Philanthropy, Like Charity, Must Begin At Home.