There are no little things. "Little things," so called, are the hinges of the universe.
To her, the name of father was another name for love.
Our domestic Napoleons, too many of them, give flattery, bonnets and bracelets to women, and everything else but - justice.
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.
Light hearts seldom keep company with heavy coffers.
Well, it is a humiliating reflection, that the straightest road to a man's heart is through his palate.