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

Not only is the world informed of everything about you, but of a great deal more.

The affection of young ladies is of as rapid growth as Jack's beanstalk, and reaches up to the sky in a night.

If I mayn't tell you what I feel, what is the use of a friend?

One tires of a page of which every sentence sparkles with points, of a sentimentalist who is always pumping the tears from his eyes or your own.

An immense percentage of snobs, I believe, is to be found in every rank of this mortal life.

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