Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.

They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.

I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.