Pride's chickens have bonny feathers, but they are an expensive brood to rear. They eat up everything, and are always lean when brought to market.

Stirling, like a huge brooch, clasps Highlands and Lowlands together.

Not on the stage alone, in the world also, a man's real character comes out best in his asides.

If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.

Thoughts must come naturally, like wild-flowers; they cannot be forced in a hot-bed, even although aided by the leaf-mould of your past.

The spot of ground on which a man has stood is forever interesting to him.

Men and women make their own beauty or their own ugliness. Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton speaks in one of his novels of a man "who was uglier than he had any business to be;" and, if we could but read it, every human being carries his life in his face, and is good-looking or the reverse as that life has been good or evil. On our features the fine chisels of thought and emotion are eternally at work.