It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.

There is a vast deal of make-believe in the carefully nurtured sentiment for country life, and the barefoot boy, and the mountain girl.

It has been well said that tea is suggestive of a thousand wants, from which spring the decencies and luxuries of civilization.

We cannot learn to love other tourists,-the laws of nature forbid it,-but, meditating soberly on the impossibility of their loving us, we may reach some common platform of tolerance, some common exchange of recognition and amenity.

A real dog, beloved and therefore pampered by his mistress, is a lamentable spectacle. He suffers from fatty degeneration of his moral being.

If we go to church we are confronted with a system of begging so complicated and so resolute that all other demands sink into insignificance by its side.

For my part, the good novel of character is the novel I can always pick up; but the good novel of incident is the novel I can never lay down.