Guests are the delight of leisure, and the solace of ennui.

It is difficult to admonish Frenchmen. Their habit of mind is unfavorable to preachment.

Lovers of the town have been content, for the most part, to say they loved it. They do not brag about its uplifting qualities. They have none of the infernal smugness which makes the lover of the country insupportable.

Letter-writing on the part of a busy man or woman is the quintessence of generosity.

The dog is guided by kindly instinct to the man or woman whose heart is open to his advances. The cat often leaves the friend who courts her, to honor, or to harass, the unfortunate mortal who shudders at her unwelcome caresses.

Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.

Humor distorts nothing, and only false gods are laughed off their earthly pedestals.