If I Were To Begin Life Again,

He Who Drinks A Tumbler Of London Water Has Literally In His Stomach More Animated Beings Than There Are Men, Women, And Children On The Face Of The Globe.

Scotland: That Garret Of The Earth - That Knuckle-end Of England - That Land Of Calvin, Oatcakes, And Sulfur.

Never Give Way To Melancholy; Resist It Steadily, For The Habit Will Encroach.

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