Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.

"It's nothing," returned Mrs Chick. "It's merely change of weather. We must expect change."

Reflect upon your present blessings

They are so filthy and bestial that no honest man would admit one into his house for a water-closet doormat.

This reminds me, Godmother, to ask you a serious question. You are as wise as wise can be (having been brought up by the fairies), and you can tell me this: Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?

But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.

It's not put into his head to be buried. It's put into his head to be made useful. You hold your life on the condition that to the last you shall struggle hard for it. Every man holds a discovery on the same terms.