Nothing is enough for the man to whom enough is to little.

After a man passes sixty, his mischief is mainly in his head

A woman never forgets her sex. She would rather talk with a man than an angel, any day.

It is not poverty so much as pretense that harasses a ruined man - the struggle between a proud mind and an empty purse - the keeping up of a hollow show that must soon come to an end.

Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

Rising genius always shoots out its rays from among the clouds, but these will gradually roll away and disappear as it ascends to its steady luster.