In the society of ladies, want of sense is not so unpardonable as want of manners.

When you doubt between words, use the plainest, the commonest, the most idiomatic. Eschew fine words as you would rouge; love simple ones as you would the native roses on your cheek.

He who, silent, loves to be with us - he who loves us in our silence - has touched one of the keys that ravish hearts.

You may tell a man thou art a fiend, but not your nose wants blowing; to him alone who can bear a thing of that kind, you may tell all.

Strange that cowards cannot see that their greatest safety lies in dauntless courage.

Dress is an index of your contents.

Every man has his devilish minutes.