We are so very 'umble.

Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.

Although a skillful flatterer is a most delightful companion if you have him all to yourself, his taste becomes very doubtful when he takes to complimenting other people.

In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt, as injustice.

Drink with me, my dear, said Mr. Weller. "Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy."

Most men are individuals no longer so far as their business, its activities, or its moralities are concerned. They are not units but fractions.