Uncles and aunts, and cousins, are all very well, and fathers and mothers are not to be despised; but a grandmother, at holiday time, is worth them all.

No crust so tough as the grudged bread of dependence.

Well, it is a humiliating reflection, that the straightest road to a man's heart is through his palate.

What a pity when editors review a woman's book, that they so often fall into the error of reviewing the woman instead.

they who are not fastidious as to the means, seldom fail of securing the result they aim at.

Our domestic Napoleons, too many of them, give flattery, bonnets and bracelets to women, and everything else but - justice.

Blessed be sleep! We are all young then; we are all happy. Then our dead are living.