Sin in this country has been always said to be rather calculating than impulsive.

Men will confess to treason, murder, arson, false teeth, or a wig. How many of them will own up to a lack of humor?

The New York playgoer is a child of nature, and he has an honest and wholesome regard of whatever is atrocious in art.

Many people lose their tempers merely from seeing you keep yours.

Women singly do a good deal of harm. Women in bulk are chastening.

Talk ought always to run obliquely, not nose to nose with no chance of mental escape.

I know of no more disagreeable sensation than to be left feeling generally angry without anybody in particular to be angry at.