Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it.

We drink [to] one another's health and spoil our own.

I plodded conscientiously through the twenty-six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid's knee.

Give an average baby a fair chance, and if it doesn't do something it oughtn't to a doctor should be called in at once.

What readers ask nowadays in a book is that it should improve, instruct and elevate. This book wouldn't elevate a cow. I cannot conscientiously recommend it for any useful purposes whatever. All I can suggest is that when you get tired of reading "the best hundred books," you may take this for half an hour. It will be a change.

But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.

Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen.