The more sensible a woman is, supposing her not to be masculine, the more attractive she is in her proportionate power to entertain.

A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.

Christmas is the glorious time of great Too-Much.

Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.

Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair.

The more sensible a woman is, supposing her not to be masculine, the more attractive she is in her proportionate power to entertain.

Stolen kisses are always sweetest.