If we men married the women we deserved, we should have a very bad time of it.

How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver.

Just be your self. Everybody else is already taken.

All women are rebels.

No woman should have a memory. Memory in a woman is the beginning of dowdiness. One can always tell from a woman's bonnet whether she has got a memory or not.

I must say... that I ruined myself: and that nobody, great or small, can be ruined except by his own hand.

The problem with the common person is that he is so unbearably common!