“ Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling? ”
I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.
~ Charles Lamb
Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have her nonsense respected.
A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.
There is more reason to say grace before beginning a book than there is to say it before beginning to dine.
