Oh, Vanity of vanities! How wayward the decrees of Fate are; How very weak the very wise, How very small the very great are!

Kindness is very indigestible. It disagrees with very proud stomachs.

When one fib becomes due as it were, you must forge another to take up the old acceptance; and so the stock of your lies in circulation inevitably multiplies, and the danger of detection increases every day.

Benevolence and feeling ennoble the most trifling actions.

The little cares, fears, tears, timid misgivings, sleepless fancies of I don't know how many days and nights, were forgotten under one moment's influence of that familiar, irresistible smile.

Come children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

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