The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.

Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.

Love is the master-key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear.

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

For nothing burns with such amazing speed, As the dry sticks of a religious creed.

Cupid "the little greatest enemy."

Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at a touch; nay, you may kick it about all day like a football, and it will be round and full at evening.