Never say more than is necessary.

If I reprehend anything in this world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs!

An oyster may be crossed in love.

I loved him for himself alone.

You write with ease, to show your breeding, But easy writing's vile hard reading.

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting - more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

The silver ore of pure charity is an expensive article in the catalogue of a man's good qualities.