When I say that I know women, I mean I know that I don't know them. Every single woman I ever knew is a puzzle to me, as, I have no doubt, she is to herself.

I wonder is it because men are cowards in heart that they admire bravery so much, and place military valor so far beyond every other quality for reward and worship.

Are not there little chapters in everybody's life, that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of the history?

Dinner was made for eating, not for talking.

Who feels injustice, who shrinks before a slight, who has a sense of wrong so acute, and so glowing a gratitude for kindness, as a generous boy?

A snob is that man or woman who is always pretending to be something better--especially richer or more fashionable--than he is.

She had not character enough to take to drinking, and moaned about, slip-shod and in curl-papers, all day.