Vanity is often the unseen spur.

A woman with fair opportunities, and without an absolute hump, may marry WHOM SHE LIKES.

What is it to be a gentleman? Is it to be honest, to be gentle, to be generous, to be brave, to be wise, and, possessing all these qualities, to exercise them in the most graceful outward manner? Ought a gentleman to be a loyal son, a true husband, an honest father? Ought his life to be decent, his bills to be paid, his taste to be high and elegant, his aims in life lofty and noble?

Revenge may be wicked, but it’s natural.

As if the ray which travels from the sun would reach me sooner than the man who blacks my boots.

Pray God, keep us simple.

What woman, however old, has not the bridal-favours and raiment stowed away, and packed in lavender, in the inmost cupboards of her heart?