Troubles are like babies - they only grow by nursing.

Some people are so fond of ill luck that they run halfway to meet it.

What women would do if they could not cry, nobody knows. What poor, defenceless creatures they would be!

Wits, like drunken men with swords, are apt to draw their steel upon their best acquaintances.

A piece of simple goodness--a letter gushing from the heart; a beautiful unstudied vindication of the worth and untiring sweetness of human nature--a record of the invulnerability of man, armed with high purpose, sanctified by truth.

Slugs crawl and crawl over our cabbages, like the world's slander over a good name. You may kill them, it is true; but there is the slime.

Modesty is a bright dish-cover, which makes us fancy there is something very nice underneath it.