Remember, it's as easy to marry a rich woman as a poor woman.

Are not there little chapters in everybody's life, that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of the history?

All is vanity, look you; and so the preacher is vanity too.

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

What woman, however old, has not the bridal-favours and raiment stowed away, and packed in lavender, in the inmost cupboards of her heart?

To forego even ambition when the end is gained - who can say this is not greatness?

If success is rare and slow, everybody knows how quick and easy ruin is.