I could not conjure up one melancholy fancy upon a mutton chop and a glass of champagne.

Splendid cheeses they were, ripe and mellow, and with a two hundred horse-power scent about them that might have been warranted to carry three miles, and knock a man over at two hundred yards.

It is easy enough to say that poverty is no crime. No; if it were men wouldn't be ashamed of it. It is a blunder, though, and is punished as such. A poor man is despised the whole world over.

Love is woman's business,and in "business" we all lay aside our natural weaknesses.

Love is too pure a light to burn long among the noisome gases that we breathe, but before it is choked out we may use it as a torch to ignite the cozy fire of affection.

Evil thought is a dangerous pet. It is safer to play with it from behind the iron bars of circumstance.

I could not conjure up one melancholy fancy upon a mutton chop and a glass of champagne.