Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.

Make my happiness--I will make yours.

I could not answer the ceaseless inward question-why I thus suffered; now, at the distance of-I will not say how many years, I see it clearly.

Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.

Too often do reviewers remind us of the mob of Astrologers, Chaldeans, and Soothsayers gathered before 'the writing on the wall' and unable to read the characters or make known the interpretation.

Do you like him much?' I told you I liked him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much: he is full of faults.' Is he?' All boys are.