Which of us that is thirty years old has not had its Pompeii? Deep under ashes lies the life of youth--the careless sport, the pleasure and the passion, the darling joy.

Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you.

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

You can't order remembrance out of the mind; and a wrong that was a wrong yesterday must be a wrong to-morrow.

The book of female logic is blotted all over with tears, and Justice in their courts is forever in a passion.

At that comfortable tavern on Pontchartrain we had a bouillabaisse than which a better was never eaten at Marseilles; and not the least headache in the morning, I give you my word; on the contrary, you only wake with a sweet refreshing thirst for claret and water.

I never knew whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.