The dinner-hour is the summer of the day: full of sunshine, I grant; but not like the mellow autumn of supper.

Aid my disillusionment, my friend!

all mankind, not excluding Americans, are sinners--miserable sinners, as even no few Bostonians themselves nowadays contritely respond in the liturgy.

An indiscriminate distrust of human nature is the worst consequence of a miserable condition, whether brought about by innocence or guilt. And though want of suspicion more than want of sense, sometimes leads a man into harm; yet too much suspicion is as bad as too little sense.

In metropolitan cases, the love of the most single-eyed lover, almost invariably, is nothing more than the ultimate settling of innumerable wandering glances upon some one specific object.

The worst of our evils we blindly inflict upon ourselves; our officers cannot remove them, even if they would.

flight from tyranny does not of itself insure a safe asylum, far less a happy home.