Life is soul's nursery- its training place for the destinies of eternity.

We love being in love, that's the truth on't.

Some cynical Frenchman has said that there are two parties to a love-transaction: the one who loves and the other who condescends to be so treated.

Who was the blundering idiot who said 'fine words butter no parsnips'? Half the parsnips of society are served and rendered palatable with no other sauce.

If thou hast never been a fool, be sure thou wilt never be a wise man.

You must not judge hastily or vulgarly of Snobs: to do so shows that you are yourself a Snob.

Next to eating good dinners, a healthy man with a benevolent turn of mind, must like, I think, to read about them.