The lover and the physician are each popular from the same cause - we talk to them of nothing but ourselves.

Farewell's a bitter word to say.

Childhood, whose very happiness is love.

I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.

All sweeping assertions are erroneous.

Are we not like the actor of old times, who wore his mask so long his face took its likeness?

It is strange what society will endure from its idols.