A husband is very much like a house or a horse.

Fortune favors the brave; and the world certainly gives the most credit to those who are able to give an unlimited credit to themselves.

I am not fit to marry. I am often cross, and I like my own way, and I have a distaste for men.

When a man is ill nothing is so important to him as his own illness.

Poverty, to be picturesque, should be rural. Suburban misery is as hideous as it is pitiable.

Love is like any other luxury. You have no right to it unless you can afford it.

I don't like anybody or anything," said Lucinda. Yes, you do;--you like horses to ride, and dresses to wear.