She had not character enough to take to drinking, and moaned about, slip-shod and in curl-papers, all day.

How hard it is to make an Englishman acknowledge that he is happy! Pendennis. Book ii. Chap. xxxi.

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

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

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.

People who do not know how to laugh are always pompous and self-conceited.

Never lose a chance of saying a kind word.