Reflect, ere you spurn me, that youth at his sides Wears wings; and once gone, all pursuit he derides.

Beauty is a delightful prejudice.

Trying will do anything in this world.

Sleeping we imagine what awake we wish; D ogs dream of bones, and fishermen of fish.

Faults are beauties in a lovers eye.

Verily, great grace may go with a little gift; and precious are all things that come from friends.

Cicala to cicala is dear, and ant to ant, and hawks to hawks, but to me the muse and song.

Cats will always lie soft.

Men shall look on thee and murmur to each other, "Lo! how small Was the gift, and yet how precious! Friendship 's gifts are priceless all.

Age overtakes us all; Our temples first; then on o'er cheek and chin, Slowly and surely, creep the frosts of Time. Up and do somewhat, ere thy limbs are sere.

Man will ever stand in need of man.

...to give a clear picture of the whole scene of Italian gastronomy.

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.

It was the kind of library he had only read about in books.

Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurled: / The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!

The great end of all religionis to purify our hearts--and conquer our passions--and in a word, to make us wiser and better men--better neighbours--better citizens--and better servants of GOD.

Menopause. A pause while you reconsider men.

That's to me what always is compelling about villains. I am much more interested in how they think than in what they even do.

Tom Kealey might be my favorite short story writer and this astonishing collection is long overdue.

Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.