Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?

The year is getting to feel rich, for his golden fruits are ripening fast, and he has a large balance in the barns, which are his banks. The members of his family have found out that he is well to do in the world. September is dressing herself in show of dahlias and splendid marigolds and starry zinnias. October, the extravagant sister, has ordered an immense amount of the most gorgeous forest tapestry for her grand reception.

People who honestly mean to be true really contradict themselves much more rarely than those who try to be 'consistent'.

There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked.

Man has his will, but woman has her way.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.