Dear reader, true religion is not gloomy.
Well, it is a humiliating reflection, that the straightest road to a man's heart is through his palate.
Hoary-headed old Winter, I have had enough of you!
Hotel life is about the same in every latitude.
Advice is like a doctor's pills; how easily he gives them! how reluctantly he takes them when his turn comes!
There are so many ready to write (poor fools!) for the honor and glory of the thing, and there are so many ready to take advantage of this fact, and withhold from needy talent the moral right to a deserved remuneration.