The truth is, we never make for others the allowance we make for ourselves; and we should deny even our own words, could we hear them spoken by another.

Shopping, true feminine felicity!

I will look on the stars and look on thee, and read the page of thy destiny.

Alas! we give our own coloring to the actions of others.

My heart is its own grave!

Sneering springs out of the wish to deny; and wretched must that state of mind be that wishes to take refuge in doubt.

To be rude is as good as being clever.