Women are outside the law; they make nothing, they say yes or no to some collections of whereases.

Ye want to tell the plain truth all your life, woman, and speak straight; otherwise ye get to seeing double.

Life is nothing but rags and tags and filthy rags at that.

If misery spelled revolt, we should have had nothing but revolt from the beginning of time. On the contrary, it is quite rare.

And gold has no name, it licks the hand of anyone who has it: good dog!

The City is a machine miraculously organised for extracting gold from the seas, airs, clouds, from barren lands, holds of ships, mines, plantations, cottage hearth-stones, trees and rocks; and he, wretchedly waiting in the exterior halls, could not even get his finger on one tiny, tiny lever.

Old age is perhaps life's decision about us.