Women read each other at a single glance.

Indolence and stupidity are first cousins.

Ideas are a capital that bears interest only in the hands of talent.

It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.

Speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.

There is nothing so unready as readiness of wit.

The subtle sauce of malice is often indulged in by maidens of uncertain age, over their tea.