Who Has Not Experienced, At Some Time

Anticipation Is A Bad Sleeping Draught.

Conscience, Like A Child, Is Soon Lulled To Sleep.

Imagination Is To Love What Gas Is To The Balloon-that Which Raises It From Earth.

It Is Curious How Inseparable Eating And Kindness Are With Some People.

I Hate The Word 'ought' - It Always Implies Something Dull, Cold, And Commonplace. The 'ought Nots' Of Life Are Its Pleasantest Things.