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

Those we love can but walk down to the pier with us - the voyage we must make alone.

He first selected the smallest one...and then bowed his head as though he were saying grace. Opening his mouth very wide, he struggled for a moment, after which all was over. I shall never forget the comic look of despair he cast upon the other five over-occupied shells. I asked him how he felt. 'Profoundly grateful,' he said, 'as if I had swallowed a small baby.'

An immense percentage of snobs, I believe, is to be found in every rank of this mortal life.

Titles are abolished; and the American Republic swarms with men claiming and bearing them.

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.

Hint at the existence of wickedness in a light, easy, and agreeable manner, so that nobody's fine feelings may be offended.