Heat, Ma Am! It Was

Hope Is The Belief, More Or Less Strong, That Joy Will Come.

The Two Women Exchanged The Type Of Glance Women Use When There Is No Knife Handy.

The Main Question To A Novel Is -- Did It Amuse? Were You Surprised At Dinner Coming So Soon? Did You Mistake Eleven For Ten? Were You Too Late To Dress? And Did You Sit Up Beyond The Usual Hour? If A Novel Produces These Effects, It Is Good; If It Does Not -- Story, Language, Love, Scandal Itself Cannot Save It. It Is Only Meant To Please; And It Must Do That Or It Does Nothing.

The Longer I Live, The More I Am Convinced That The Apothecary Is Of More Importance Than Seneca; And That Half The Unhappiness In The World Proceeds From Little Stoppages; From A Duct Choked Up, From Food Pressing In The Wrong Place, From A Vexed Duodenum, Or An Agitated Pylorus.

Thank God For Tea! What Would The World Do Without Tea! How Did It Exist? I Am Glad I Was Not Born Before Tea.