Who has not seen how women bully women? What tortures have men to endure compared to those daily repeated shafts of scorn and cruelty with which poor women are riddled by the tyrants of their sex?

Out of the fictitious book I get the expression of the life, of the times, of the manners, of the merriment, of the dress, the pleasure, the laughter, the ridicules of society. The old times live again. Can the heaviest historian do more for me?

What is it to be a gentleman? Is it to be honest, to be gentle, to be generous, to be brave, to be wise, and, possessing all these qualities, to exercise them in the most graceful outward manner? Ought a gentleman to be a loyal son, a true husband, an honest father? Ought his life to be decent, his bills to be paid, his taste to be high and elegant, his aims in life lofty and noble?

Novels are sweets. All people with healthy literary appetites love them-almost all women; a vast number of clever, hardheaded men.

'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

Pray, dear madam, another glass; it is Christmas time, it will do you no harm.

Is beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so?