I do not know whether there be, as a rule, more vocal expression of the sentiment of love between a man and a woman, than there is between two thrushes. They whistle and call to each other, guided by instinct rather than by reason.

There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.

It is a comfortable feeling to know that you stand on your own ground. Land is about the only thing that can't fly away.

There is no road to wealth so easy and respectable as that of matrimony.

Of course, Lady Arabella could not suckle the young heir herself. Ladies Arabella never can. They are gifted with the powers of being mothers, but not nursing mothers. Nature gives them bosoms for show, but not for use. So Lady Arabella had a wet-nurse.

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

It may almost be a question whether such wisdom as many of us have in our mature years has not come from the dying out of the power of temptation, rather than as the results of thought and resolution.