Love makes fools of us all, big and little.

This Bouillabaisse a noble dish is - A sort of soup or broth, or brew, Or hotchpotch of all sorts of fishes, That Greenwich never could outdo; Green herbs, red peppers, mussels, saffron, Soles, onions, garlic, roach, and dace; All these you eat at Terre's tavern, In that one dish of Bouillabaisse.

What man's life is not overtaken by one or more of those tornadoes that send us out of the course, and fling us on rocks to shelter as best we may?

An evil person is like a dirty window, they never let the light shine through.

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.

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

That acknowledgment of weakness which we make in imploring to be relieved from hunger and from temptation is surely wisely put in our daily prayer. Think of it, you who are rich, and take heed how you turn a beggar away.