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.

Reputations, like beavers and cloaks, shall last some people twice the time of others.

Fortunes made in no time are like shirts made in no time; it's ten to one if they hang long together.

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

It takes all sorts of people to make a world.

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.

We are all slaves to the shining metal.