Almost all women have hearts full of pity.

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.

It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.

The ladies--Heaven bless them!--are, as a general rule, coquettes from babyhood upwards.

We can't all be lions in this world. There must be some lambs, harmless, kindly, gregarious creatures for eating and shearing.

Certain corpuscles, denominated Christmas Books, with the ostensible intention of swelling the tide of exhilaration, or other expansive emotions, incident upon the exodus of the old and the inauguration of the New Year.

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