California is a state peculiarly addicted to swift enthusiasms. It is a seed-bed of all manner of cults and theories, taken up, and dropped, with equal speed.

Exciting literature after supper is not the best digestive.

To speak broadly, the troubles of life as we find them are mainly traceable to the heart or the purse.

We grovel and "worship" and pray to God to do what we ourselves ought to have done a thousand years ago, and can do now, as soon as we choose.

Never in all her life had she imagined that this idolized millinery could look, to those who paid for it, like the decorations of an insane monkey.

Life is a verb, not a noun.

The difference is great between one's outside "life," the things which happen to one, incidents, pains and pleasures, and one's "living."