We have but the memories of past good cheer, we have but the echoes of departed laughter. In vain we look and listen for the mirth that has died away. In vain we seek to question the gray ghosts of old-time revelers.

A puppy is but a dog, plus high spirits, and minus common sense.

While art may instruct as well as please, it can nevertheless be true art without instructing, but not without pleasing.

Our belief in education is unbounded, our reverence for it is unfaltering, our loyalty to it is unshaken by reverses. Our passionate desire, not so much to acquire it as to bestow it, is the most animated of American traits.

it is not every tourist who bubbles over with mirth, and that unquenchable spirit of humor which turns a trial into a blessing.

Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food, and few things in the world are more wearying than a sarcastic attitude towards life.

For indeed all that we think so new to-day has been acted over and over again, a shifting comedy, by the women of every century.