You Look Wise, Pray Correct That Error.

Time Partially Reconciles Us To Anything. I Gradually Became Content--doggedly Contented, As Wild Animals In Cages.

What A Dead Thing Is A Clock, With Its Ponderous Embowelments Of Lead And Brass, Its Pert Or Solemn Dullness Of Communication, Compared With The Simple Altar-like Structure And Silent Heart-language Of The Old Sundials! It Stood As The Garden God Of Christian Gardens. Why Is It Almost Everywhere Vanished? If Its Business-use Be Superseded By More Elaborate Inventions, Its Moral Uses, Its Beauty, Might Have Pleaded For Its Continuance.

Man Is A Gaming Animal. He Must Always Be Trying To Get The Better In Something Or Other.

Damn The Age. I'll Write For Antiquity.

Gluttony And Surfeiting Are No Proper Occasions For Thanksgiving.