The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.

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.

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

I take it, sir, that you do not approve of our new society." "Approval, sir, in my opinion, demands the attainment of perfection. And in that sense, you rather overrate the charms of your society. I'faith, for one thing, it does seem monstrous ill-dressed for any society, even a new one.

When will you give up these mad adventures, and leave others to fight their own battles and to save their own lives as best they may?' When your ladyship has ceased to be the most admired woman in Europe, namely, when I am in my grave.

When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys.