You cannot fathom your mind.... The more you draw from it, the more clear and fruitful it will be.

It is an error to suppose that a man belongs to himself. No man does. He belongs to his wife, or his children, or his relations, or to his creditors, or to society in some form or other.

Happily there exists more than one kind of beauty. There is the beauty of infancy, the beauty of youth, the beauty of maturity, and, believe me, ladies and gentlemen, the beauty of age.

Love in modern times has been the tailor's best friend. Every suitor of the nineteenth century spends more than his spare cash on personal adornment. A faultless fit, a glistening hat, tight gloves, and tighter boots proclaim the imminent peril of his position.

Almost everything that I behold in this wonderful country bears traces of improvement and reform - everything except Pie.

A woman's character is as delicate as her eye; it can bear no flaw.

Society is the master, and man is the servant.