To our betters eve can reconcile ourselves, if you please--respecting them sincerely, laughing at their jokes, making allowance for their stupidities, meekly suffering their insolence; but we can't pardon our equals going beyond us.

When I walk with you I feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole.

If a man has committed wrong in life, I don't know any moralist more anxious to point his errors out to the world than his own relations.

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

If fathers are sometimes sulky at the appearance of the destined son-in-law, is it not a fact that mothers become sentimental and, as it were, love their own loves over again.

When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.

If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relative to do the business.