New Year's Day Is Every Man's Birthday.

The Trumpet Does Not More Stun You By Its Loudness, Than A Whisper Teases You By Its Provoking Inaudibility.

I Am, In Plainer Words, A Bundle Of Prejudices - Made Up Of Likings And Dislikings.

In The Negro Countenance You Will Often Meet With Strong Traits Of Benignity. I Have Felt Yearnings Of Tenderness Towards Some Of These Faces.

Asparagus Inspires Gentle Thoughts.

You Do Not Play Then At Whist, Sir? Alas, What A Sad Old Age You Are Preparing For Yourself!