The finest manners in the world are awkwardness and fatuity when contrasted with a finer intelligence. They appear but as the fashions of past days,--mere courtliness, knee-buckles and small- clothes, out of date.

A hero's love is as delicate as a maiden's.

As a man grows older, his ability to sit still and follow indoor occupations increases. He grows vespertinal in his habits as theevening of life approaches, till at last he comes forth only just before sundown, and gets all the walk that he requires in half an hour.

There is more of good nature than of good sense at the bottom of most marriages.

I will not allow mere names to make distinctions for me, but still see men in herds for all them.

Education makes a straight ditch of a free meandering brook.

Maturity is when all of your mirrors turn into windows.