It is curious how inseparable eating and kindness are with some people.

Truly, a little love-making is a very pleasant thing.

It merely shews, after all, that affection is a habit.

When does the mind put forth its powers? when are the stores of memory unlocked? when does wit 'flash from fluent lips?' -- when but after a good dinner? Who will deny its influence on the affections? Half our friends are born of turbots and truffles.

The truth is, we like to talk over our disasters, because they are ours; and others like to listen, because they are not theirs.

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.