1775 – 1834 • English • Critic
Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.
Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.
For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.
We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.
The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.
