Malice blunts the point of wit.

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

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

Troubles are like babies - they only grow by nursing.

Literature, like a gypsy, to be picturesque, should be a little ragged.

Virtue is a beautiful thing in woman when they don't go about with it like a child with a drum making all sorts of noise with it.

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