When a man is in love with one woman in a family, it is astonishing how fond he becomes of every person connected with it.

There is a skeleton in every house.

A person can't help their birth.

Under the magnetism of friendship the modest man becomes bold; the shy, confident; the lazy, active; and the impetuous, prudent and peaceful.

I never knew whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

You must not judge hastily or vulgarly of Snobs: to do so shows that you are yourself a Snob.

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!