How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends!
Correct English is the slang of prigs.
I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.
We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.
I shall do everything it becomes me to do.
Self-consciousness of the manner is the expensive substitute for simplicity.