How grateful are we--how touched a frank and generous heart is for a kind word extended to us in our pain! The pressure of a tender hand nerves a man for an operation, and cheers him for the dreadful interview with the surgeon.

We are most of us very lonely in this world; you who have any who love you, cling to them and thank God.

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

There is a skeleton in every house.

A crow, who had flown away with a cheese from a dairy window, sate perched on a tree looking down at a great big frog in a pool underneath him.

It is comparatively easy to leave a mistress, but very hard to be left by one.

Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?