To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.

[As they say in the old legends]Before a man goes to the devil himself, he sends plenty of other souls thither.

If you had told Sycorax that her son Caliban was as handsome as Apollo, she would have been pleased, witch as she was.

The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.

As fits the holy Christmas birth, Be this, good friends, our carol still Be peace on earth, be peace on earth, To men of gentle will.

Dare and the world always yields; or if it beats you sometimes, dare it again and it will succumb.

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!