No Furniture Is So Charming As Books.

Lucy, Dear Child, Mind Your Arithmetic. You Know In The First Sum Of Yours I Ever Saw There Was A Mistake. You Had Carried Two (as A Cab Is Licensed To Do), And You Ought, Dear Lucy, To Have Carried But One. Is This A Trifle? What Would Life Be Without Arithmetic, But A Scene Of Horrors.

Find Fault, When You Must Find Fault, In Private, If Possible; And Some Time After The Offense, Rather Than At The Time.

Some Men Have Only One Book In Them, Others A Library.

How Can A Bishop Marry? How Can He Flirt? The Most He Can Say Is "i Will See You In The Vestry After Service."

Errors, To Be Dangerous, Must Have A Great Deal Of Truth Mingled With Them. It Is Only From This Alliance That They Can Ever Obtain An Extensive Circulation.