A girl does not treat a possible lover with unvarying simplicity and directness. In all its phases, love is complex; friendship is not.

When Washington visited Portsmouth in 1789, he was not much impressed by the architecture of the little town that had stood by him so stoutly in the struggle for independence.

A man may do worse than make what the world calls a not wholly happy marriage.

There is a special Providence that watches over idiots, drunken men, and boys.

What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness.