Pure herring oil is the port wine of English cats

Virtue, my pet, is an abstract idea, varying in its manifestations with the surroundings. Virtue in Provence, in Constantinople, in London, and in Paris bears very different fruit, but is none the less virtue.

One day, about the middle of July 1838, one of the carriages, lately introduced to Paris cabstands, and known as Milords, was driving down the Rue de l'Universite, conveying a stout man of middle height in the uniform of a captain of the National Guard.

No navigator has yet traced lines of latitude and longitude on the conjugal sea.

In smart society men are jealous of one another after the fashion of women.

Our energies are often stimulated by the necessity of supporting a being weaker than ourselves.

Happiness lends poetic charms to woman, and dress adorns her like a delicate tinge of rouge.