One of the great conditions of anger and hatred is, that you must tell and believe lies against the hated object, in order, as we said, to be consistent.

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

The tallest and the smallest among us are so alike diminutive and pitifully base, it is a meanness to calculate the difference.

Novels are sweets. All people with healthy literary appetites love them-almost all women; a vast number of clever, hardheaded men.

What stories are new? All types of all characters march through all fables.

The wicked are wicked, no doubt, and they go astray and they fall, and they come by their deserts; but who can tell the mischief which the very virtuous do?

The book of female logic is blotted all over with tears, and Justice in their courts is forever in a passion.