How grateful are we--how touched a frank and generous heart is for a kind word extended to us in our pain! The pressure of a tender hand nerves a man for an operation, and cheers him for the dreadful interview with the surgeon.
Vanity is often the unseen spur.
Time passes, Time the consoler, Time the anodyne.
'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.
A fool can no more see his own folly than he can see his ears.
At that comfortable tavern on Pontchartrain we had a bouillabaisse than which a better was never eaten at Marseilles; and not the least headache in the morning, I give you my word; on the contrary, you only wake with a sweet refreshing thirst for claret and water.