A lady who sets her heart upon a lad in uniform must prepare to change lovers pretty quickly, or her life will be but a sad one.

Who was the blundering idiot who said 'fine words butter no parsnips'? Half the parsnips of society are served and rendered palatable with no other sauce.

How hard it is to make an Englishman acknowledge that he is happy! Pendennis. Book ii. Chap. xxxi.

If people only made prudent marriages, what a stop to population there would be!

I knew all along that the prize I had set my life on was not worth the winning.

Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you.

Perhaps all early love affairs ought to be strangled or drowned, like so many blind kittens.