A guest should be permitted to graze, as it were, in the pastures of his host's kindness, left even to his own devices, like a rational being, and handsomely neglected.

Life is a breathing-space between two eternities, a holiday with appalling realities behind and before.

Youth is slipping, dripping, pearl on pearl, away.

Family traits, like murder, will out. Nature has but so many molds.

I am not in the least given to any violent interest in womankind, however, such as has addled the country's brains of late. Give me a manandwoman world: 'tis good enough!

[Death:] The one inexorable thing!

Very few can be trusted with an education.