[Of Coleridge] His face when he repeats his verses hath its ancient glory, an Archangel a little damaged.

This very night I am going to leave off Tobacco! Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realized.

I am determined my children shall be brought up in their father's religion, if they can find out what it is.

Any thing awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.