Sensibility is the power of woman.
As a man's salutations, so is the total of his character; in nothing do we lay ourselves so open as in our manner of meeting and salutation.
Not every one who has the gift of speech understands the value of silence.
Borrowed wit is the poorest wit.
The more any one speaks of himself, the less he likes to hear another talked of.
He who comes from the kitchen, smells of its smoke; and he who adheres to a sect, has something of its cant; the college air pursues the student; and dry inhumanity him who herds with literary pedants.