What a dignity it gives an old lady, that balance at the bankers! How tenderly we look at her faults if she is a relative; what a kind, good-natured old creature we find her!

Bad husbands will make bad wives.

Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

To our betters eve can reconcile ourselves, if you please--respecting them sincerely, laughing at their jokes, making allowance for their stupidities, meekly suffering their insolence; but we can't pardon our equals going beyond us.

There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.

As fits the holy Christmas birth, Be this, good friends, our carol still Be peace on earth, be peace on earth, To men of gentle will.

A woman with fair opportunities, and without an absolute hump, may marry WHOM SHE LIKES.