There is a certain artificial polish, a commonplace vivacity acquired by perpetually mingling in the beau monde; which, in the commerce of world, supplies the place of natural suavity and good-humour, but is purchased at the expense of all original and sterling traits of character.

It is but seldom that any one overt act produces hostilities between two nations; there exists, more commonly, a previous jealousy and ill will, a predisposition to take offense.

He that drinks beer, thinks beer.

The oil and wine of merry meeting.

The tie which links mother and child is of such pure and immaculate strength as to be never violated.

There is a healthful hardiness about real dignity that never dreads contact and communion with others however humble.

Honest good humor is the oil and wine of a merry meeting, and there is no jovial companionship equal to that where the jokes are rather small and laughter abundant.