O Lord, Sir - when a heroine goes mad she always goes into white satin.

Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful.

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.

The heart that is conscious of its own integrity is ever slow to credit another´s treachery.

Humanity always becomes a conqueror.

Our memories are independent of our wills.

An apothecary should never be out of spirits.