An apple is an excellent thing -- until you have tried a peach.

The best years of a man's life are after he is forty. A man at forty has ceased to hunt the moon.

I doubt if Dickens did, especially his women-his pretty women-Mrs. Dombey, Florence, Dora, Agnes, Ruth Pinch, Kate Nickleby, little Emily-we know them all through Hablot Browne alone-and none of them present any very marked physical characteristics. They are sweet and graceful, neither tall nor short; they have a pretty droop in their shoulders, and are very ladylike; sometimes they wear ringlets, sometimes not, and each would do very easily for the other.

A little work, a little play, To keep us going - and so, good-day!

Happiness is like time and space-we make and measure it ourselves; it is as fancy, as big, as little, as you please, just a thing of contrasts and comparisons.

An apple is an excellent thing -- until you have tried a peach.

The wretcheder one is, the more one smokes; and the more one smokes, the wretcheder one gets-a vicious circle.