Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

I never knew an enemy to puns who was not an ill-natured man.

The English writer, Charles Lamb, said one day: "I hate that man." "But you don't know him." "Of course, I don't," said Lamb. "Do you think I could possibly hate a man I know?"

The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.

I am accounted by some people as a good man. How cheap that character is acquired! Pay your debts, don't borrow money, nor twist your kitten's neck off, nor disturb a congregation, etc., your business is done. I know things of myself, which would make every friend I have fly me as a plague patient.

The human species, according to the best theory I can form of it, is composed of two distinct races, the men who borrow and the men who lend.

From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?