Almost all women have hearts full of pity.

She lived in her past life — every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all! His looks and tones, his dress, what he said and how — these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that were left her in the world.

Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?

Women are jealous of cigars... they regard them as a strong rival.

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.

Always to be right, always to trample forward, and never to doubt, are not these the great qualities with which dullness takes the lead in the world?

Fairy roses, fairy rings, turn out sometimes troublesome things.