A woman's heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must be pressed small, like Chinese feet; her happiness is to be made as cakes are, by a fixed recipe.

History, we know, is apt to repeat itself.

Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult.

Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.

It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine--something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.

I think cheerfulness is a fortune in itself.

An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.