There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.

Life is so unlike theory.

Dance with a girl three times, and if you like the light of her eye and the tone of voice with which she, breathless, answers your little questions about horseflesh and music about affairs masculine and feminine, then take the leap in the dark.

I don't like anybody or anything," said Lucinda. Yes, you do;--you like horses to ride, and dresses to wear.

The best education is to be had at a price, as well as the best broadcloth.

But then the pastors and men of God can only be human,--cannot altogether be men of God; and so they have oppressed us, and burned us, and tortured us, and hence come to love palaces, and fine linen, and purple, and, alas, sometimes, mere luxury and idleness.

To have her meals, and her daily walk, and her fill of novels, and to be left alone, was all that she asked of the gods.