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

To her, the name of father was another name for love.

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.

Nowhere more than in New York does the contest between squalor and splendor so sharply present itself.

The cream of enjoyment in this life is always impromptu. The chance walk; the unexpected visit; the unpremeditated journey; the unsought conversation or acquaintance.

Dear reader, true religion is not gloomy.

A little oil makes machinery work easy.