Here 's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here 's to the widow of fifty; Here 's to the flaunting, extravagant queen, And here 's to the housewife that 's thrifty! Let the toast pass; Drink to the lass; I 'll warrant she 'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Humanity is composed but of two categories, the invalids and the nurses
O Lord, Sir - when a heroine goes mad she always goes into white satin.
Ay, ay, the best terms will grow obsolete: damns have had their day.
There 's nothing like being used to a thing.
Madam, a circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge; it blossoms through the year. And depend on it that they who are so fond of handling the leaves, will long for the fruit at last.