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.

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

The earliest voice listened to by the nations in their infancy was the voice of the storyteller.

The cat dwells within the circle of her own secret thoughts.

Wit is as infinite as love, and a deal more lasting in its qualities.

This is the sphinx of the hearthstone, the little god of domesticity, whose presence turns a house into a home.

Necessity knows no Sunday.