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.

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

When a literary person's exhaustive work is over, the last thing he wishes to do is to talk books.

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

I hate the word proper. If you tell me a thing is not proper, I immediately feel the most rabid desire to go 'neck and heels' into it.

Hotel life is about the same in every latitude.

I dare say you will try to make me believe that Editors are human. Now I deny that, for I myself have, in past days, had evidence to the contrary.