Pray God, keep us simple.

Are not there little chapters in everybody's life, that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of the history?

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

Love makes fools of us all, big and little.

Presently, we were aware of an odour gradually coming towards us, something musky, fiery, savoury, mysterious, - a hot drowsy smell, that lulls the senses, and yet enflames them, - the truffles were coming.

All is vanity, look you; and so the preacher is vanity too.

Sure, occasion is the father of most that is good in us.