And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.

A woman, till five-and-thirty, is only looked upon as a raw girl, and can possibly make no noise in the world till about forty.

Solitude begets whimsies.

Forgive what you can't excuse.

I have never had any great esteem for the generality of the fair sex, and my only consolation for being of that gender has been the assurance it gave me of never being married to any one among them.

'Tis a sort of duty to be rich, that it may be in one's power to do good, riches being another word for power.

... if it were the fashion to go naked, the face would be hardly observed.