There is the kiss of welcome and of parting, the long, lingering, loving, present one; the stolen, or the mutual one; the kiss of love, of joy, and of sorrow; the seal of promise and receipt of fulfillment.

What a sight there is in that "smile!" it changes like a chameleon. There is a vacant smile, a cold smile, a smile of hate, a satiric smile, an affected smile; but, above all, a smile of love.

Circumstances alter cases.

Loud-dressing men and women have also loud characters.

Absurdities die of self-strangulation.

Life ain't all beer and skittles.

There is nothing like fun, is there? I haven't any myself, but I do like it in others.