Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.

A vast deal of human sympathy runs along the electric line of needlework, stretching from the throne to the wicker chair of the humble seamstress.

A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.

Nobody has any conscience about adding to the improbabilities of a marvelous tale.

There is no such thing in man's nature as a settled and full resolve either for good or evil, except at the very moment of execution.

Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.

It is my opinion that a man's soul may be buried and perish under a dung-heap, or in a furrow field, just as well as under a pile of money.