I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to do anything further for himself.

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure the hand from burning, underneath them place. Cloves, cinnamon and saffron, too, were boiled Up with the coffee, which, I think, they spoiled.

There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.