Novels are sweets. All people with healthy literary appetites love them-almost all women; a vast number of clever, hardheaded men.

Let us be very gentle with our neighbors' failings, and forgive our friends their debts as we hope ourselves to be forgiven.

We can't all be lions in this world. There must be some lambs, harmless, kindly, gregarious creatures for eating and shearing.

There is a skeleton in every house.

The wicked are wicked, no doubt, and they go astray and they fall, and they come by their deserts; but who can tell the mischief which the very virtuous do?

A woman's heart is just like a lithographer's stone; what is once written upon it cannot be rubbed out.

I wonder is it because men are cowards in heart that they admire bravery so much, and place military valor so far beyond every other quality for reward and worship.