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

Who has not remarked the readiness with which the closest of friends and honestest of men suspect and accuse each other of cheating when they fall out on money matters? Everybody does it. Everybody is right, I suppose, and the world is a rogue.

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

Let us be very gentle with our neighbors' failings, and forgive our friends their debts as we hope ourselves to be forgiven.

In the midst of friends, home, and kind parents, she was alone.

When one fib becomes due as it were, you must forge another to take up the old acceptance; and so the stock of your lies in circulation inevitably multiplies, and the danger of detection increases every day.

What stories are new? All types of all characters march through all fables.