It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way-in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

Once a gentleman, and always a gentleman.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

'Papa is a preferable mode of address,' observed Mrs General. 'Father is rather vulgar, my dear. The word Papa, besides, gives a pretty form to the lips. Papa,…

I wonder whether any other generation has seen such astounding revolutions of data and values as those through which we have lived. Scarcely anything material …

Whoso belongs only to his own age, and reverences only its gilt Popinjays or smoot-smeared Mumbojumbos, must needs die with it.

Our age is in many ways unique, full of events and phenomena that never occurred before and can never happen again. They distort our thinking, making us believ…