When a man is in love with one woman in a family, it is astonishing how fond he becomes of every person connected with it.

We pass by common objects or persons without noticing them; but the keen eye detects and notes types everywhere and among all classes.

It is impossible, in our condition of Society, not to be sometimes a Snob.

Life is soul's nursery- its training place for the destinies of eternity.

The ladies--Heaven bless them!--are, as a general rule, coquettes from babyhood upwards.

You, who are ashamed of your poverty, and blush for your calling, are a snob; as are you who boast of your wealth.

Why do they always put mud into coffee on board steamers? Why does the tea generally taste of boiled boots?