A sealed book, at whose contents we tremble.

Whenever I hear a man talking of the advantages of our ill-used sex, I look upon it as the prelude to some new act of authority.

In our road through life we may happen to meet with a man casting a stone reverentially to enlarge the cairn of another which stone he has carried in his bosom to sling against that very other's head.

to the many, witticisms not only require to be explained, like riddles, but are also like new shoes, which people require to wear many times before they get accustomed to them.

habit is our idea of eternity.

There are words to paint the misery of love, but none to paint its happiness.

How very satisfactory those discussions must be, where each party retains their own opinion!