Vanity Fair is a very vain, wicked, foolish place, full of all sorts of humbugs and falsenesses and pretensions.

Vanity is often the unseen spur.

Life is a mirror: if you frown at it, it frowns back; if you smile, it returns the greeting.

When Fate wills that something should come to pass, she sends forth a million of little circumstances to clear and prepare the way.

Always to be right, always to trample forward, and never to doubt, are not these the great qualities with which dullness takes the lead in the world?

If I mayn't tell you what I feel, what is the use of a friend?

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