We certainly do not forget you, so soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves.

I can always live by my pen.

There was no being displeased with such an encourager, for his admiration made him discern a likeness before it was possible.

To be claimed as a good, though in an improper style, is at least better than being rejected as no good at all.

I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.

She went, however, and they sauntered about together many a half hour in Mr. Grant's shrubbery, the weather being unusually mild for the time of year, and venturing sometimes even to sit down on one of the benches now comparatively unsheltered, remaining there perhaps till, in the midst of some tender ejaculation of Fanny's on the sweets of so protracted an autumn, they were forced by the sudden swell of a cold gust shaking down the last few yellow leaves about them, to jump up and walk for warmth.

We do not look in great cities for our best morality.