Falling, he catches his heart-string on some hook, and—wakes.
E.H. [5]
LACONICS.
There is nothing to be said in favour of fashion, and yet how many are contented implicitly to obey its commands: its rules are not even dictated by the standard of taste, for it is constantly running into extremes and condemns one day what it approves the next.
There are some people so incorrigibly stupid and prosing, that wherever they are anxious of securing respect, silence would be their best policy.
As we advance in age, it is singular what a revolution takes place in our feelings. When we arrive at maturity an unkind word is more cutting and distresses us more than any bodily suffering; in our youth it was the reverse.
There is nothing so ravishing to the proud and the great (with all their resources for enjoyment) as to be thought happy by their inferiors.
Such are the casualties of life, that the presentiment of fear is far wiser than that of hope; and it would seem at all times more prudent to be providing against accident, than laying out schemes of future happiness.