What opium is instilled into all disaster? It shows formidable as we approach it, but there is at last no rough rasping friction,but the most slippery sliding surfaces. We fall soft on a thought.

A beautiful soul always dwells in a beautiful world.

Money often costs too much.

Was never secret history but birds tell it in the bowers.

It is always a practical difficulty with clubs to regulate the laws of election so as to exclude peremptorily every social nuisance. Nobody wishes bad manners. We must have loyalty and character.

The finished man of the world must eat of every apple at once. He must hold his hatreds also at arm's length, and not remember spite. He has neither friends nor enemies, but values men only as channels of power.

Wherever there is failure, there is some giddiness, some superstition about luck, some step omitted, which, Nature never pardons.