There are words to paint the misery of love, but none to paint its happiness.
I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.
To be rude is as good as being clever.
There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody's experience ever suits us but our own.
Nothing is so fortunate for mankind as its diversity of opinion.
Suicide and antipathy to fires in a bedroom seem to be among the national characteristics. Perhaps the same moral cause may originate both.