They say women and music should never be dated.

Processions, cavalcades, and all that fund of gay frippery, furnished out by tailors, barbers, and tire-women, mechanically influence the mind into veneration; an emperor in his nightcap would not meet with half the respect of an emperor with a crown.

Error is ever talkative.

Paltry affectation, strained allusions, and disgusting finery are easily attained by those who choose to wear them; they are but too frequently the badges of ignorance or of stupidity, whenever it would endeavor to please.

And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.

One man is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the other with a wooden ladle.

Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It 's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.