Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.

Equality may be a right, but no power on earth can convert it into fact.

Life in clubs is no paltry sign of the times we live in. Here gentlemen gamble with others whom they would not dream of inviting to their homes.

To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.

At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist; there can only be promise of the coming woman.

Kindness is not without its rocks ahead. People are apt to put it down to an easy temper and seldom recognize it as the secret striving of a generous nature; whilst, on the other hand, the ill-natured get credit for all the evil they refrain from.

The press is like a woman: sublime when it lies, it will not let go until it has forced you to believe it. The public, like a foolish husband, always succumbs.