Jewels! It's my belief that when woman was made, jewels were invented only to make her the more mischievous.

Duty, though set about by thorns, may still be made a staff supporting even while it tortures. Cast it away, and, like the prophet's wand, it changes to a snake.

Wishes, at least, are the easy pleasures of the poor.

Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.

As for the brandy, "nothing extenuate"; and the water, put nought in in malice.

Grumblers deserve to be operated upon surgically; their trouble is usually chronic.

After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world.