Happiness is an exotic of celestial birth.
An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance!
O Lord, Sir - when a heroine goes mad she always goes into white satin.
Sheer necessity,-the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention.
The heart that is conscious of its own integrity is ever slow to credit another´s treachery.
The silver ore of pure charity is an expensive article in the catalogue of a man's good qualities.