I am a citizen of the world, and I have met, in my time, with so many different sorts of virtue, that I am puzzled, in my old age, to say which is the right sort and which is the wrong.

Some of us rush through life, and some of us saunter through life. Mrs Vesey sat through life.

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

I am not against hasty marriages where a mutual flame is fanned by an adequate income.

Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.

But, ah me! where is the faultless human creature who can persevere in a good resolution, without sometimes failing and falling back?

The best men are not consistent in good-- why should the worst men be consistent in evil.