Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.

And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.

The Niobe of nations! there she stands.

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!