If you had told Sycorax that her son Caliban was as handsome as Apollo, she would have been pleased, witch as she was.

You, who are ashamed of your poverty, and blush for your calling, are a snob; as are you who boast of your wealth.

Next to excellence is the appreciation of it.

When a mother, as fond mothers will; vows that she knows every thought in her daughter's heart, I think she pretends to know a great deal too much.

Is beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so?

Since the days of Adam, there has been hardly a mischief done in this world but a woman has been at the bottom of it.

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