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

Humor is the mistress of tears.

Charming Alnaschar visions! it is the happy privilege of youth to construct you.

Who was the blundering idiot who said 'fine words butter no parsnips'? Half the parsnips of society are served and rendered palatable with no other sauce.

Oh, brother wearers of motley, are there not moments when one grows sick of grinning and trembling and the jingling of cap and bells?

One of the greatest of a great man's qualities is success; 't is the result of all the others; 't is a latent power in him which compels the favor of the gods, and subjugates fortune.

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