Hopes And Regrets Are The

A Preface Is A Species Of Literary Luxury, Where An Author, Like A Lover, Is Privileged To Be Egotistical.

Nothing More Strongly Marks The Insufficiency Of Luxuries Than The Ease With Which People Grow Accustomed To Them; They Are Rather Known By Their Want Than By Their Presence. The Word 'blasé' Has Been Coined Expressly For The Use Of The Upper Classes.

Few Save The Poor Feel For The Poor.

I Think Hearts Are Very Much Like Glasses. If They Do Not Break With The First Ring, They Usually Last A Considerable Time.

Sight-seeing Gratifies Us In Different Ways. First, There Is The Pleasure Of Novelty; Secondly, Either That Of Admiration Or Fault-finding - The Latter A Very Animated Enjoyment.