Every thought is public, Every nook is wide; Thy gossips spread each whisper, And the gods from side to side.
A scholar does not wish to be always pumping his brains; he wants gossips.
We are disgusted by gossip; yet it is of importance to keep the angels in their proprieties.
Our globe discovers its bidden virtues, not only in heroes and arch-angels, but in gossips and nurses.
Every man alone is sincere. At the entrance of a second person, hypocrisy begins. We parry and fend the approach of our fellow-man by compliments, by gossip, by amusements, by affairs. We cover up our thought from him under a hundred folds.
I am grown by sympathy a little eager and sentimental, but leave me alone, and I should relish every hour and what it brought me, the pot-luck of the day, as heartily as the oldest gossip in the bar-room.