The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.
I am getting sick of people. I am falling in love with things. They hold their tongues.
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.
How strong sometimes is weakness!
Advice is like a doctor's pills; how easily he gives them! how reluctantly he takes them when his turn comes!
Our domestic Napoleons, too many of them, give flattery, bonnets and bracelets to women, and everything else but - justice.