Could the best and kindest of us who depart from the earth have an opportunity of revisiting it, I suppose he or she (assuming that any Vanity Fair feelings subsist in the sphere whither we are bound) would have a pang of mortification at finding how soon our survivors were consoled.

Happy! Who is happy? Was there not a serpent in Paradise itself? And if Eve had been perfectly happy beforehand, would she have listened to the tempter?

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

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

In effective womanly beauty form is more than face, and manner more than either.

That which we call a snob by any other name would still be snobbish.

Titles are abolished; and the American Republic swarms with men claiming and bearing them.