Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.

Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.

Odd's fish, m'dear! The man can't even tie his own cravat!

Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T'wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine

A woman's heart is such a complex problem - the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.

To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us.

In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.