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

Business first; pleasure afterwards.

An immense percentage of snobs, I believe, is to be found in every rank of this mortal life.

He was always thinking of his brother's soul, or of the souls of those who differed with him in opinion: it is a sort of comfort which many of the serious give themselves.

In effective womanly beauty form is more than face, and manner more than either.

Diffidence is a sort of false modesty.

Life is the soul's nursery.