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

The two most engaging powers of an author are to make new things familiar, familiar things new.

Pray, dear madam, another glass; it is Christmas time, it will do you no harm.

Let us people who are so uncommonly clever and learned have a great tenderness and pity for the poor folks who are not endowed with the prodigious talents which we have.

Who has not seen how women bully women? What tortures have men to endure compared to those daily repeated shafts of scorn and cruelty with which poor women are riddled by the tyrants of their sex?

To know nothing, or little, is in the nature of some husbands. To hide, in the nature of how many women? Oh, ladies! how many of you have surreptitious milliners' bills? How many of you have gowns and bracelets which you daren't show, or which you wear trembling?--trembling, and coaxing with smiles the husband by your side, who does not know the new velvet gown from the old one, or the new bracelet from last year's, or has any notion that the ragged-looking yellow lace scarf cost forty guineas and that Madame Bobinot is writing dunning letters every week for the money!

At certain periods of life, we live years of emotion in a few weeks, and look back on those times as on great gaps between the old life and the new.