Men ruin themselves headlong for unworthy women.

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

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

I am a bundle of nerves dressed up to look like a man!

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.

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

Where is the woman who has ever really torn from her heart the image that has been once fixed in it by a true love? Books tell us that such unearthly creatures have existed - but what does our own experiences say in answer to books?