All is vanity, nothing is fair.

Except for the young or very happy, I can't say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

The affection of young ladies is of as rapid growth as Jack's beanstalk, and reaches up to the sky in a night.

Benevolence and feeling ennoble the most trifling actions.

When a mother, as fond mothers will; vows that she knows every thought in her daughter's heart, I think she pretends to know a great deal too much.

Life is the soul's nursery.

Where is truth, forsooth, and who knoweth it? Is Beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so? Does Venus squint? Has she got a splay-foot, red hair, and a crooked back? Anoint my eyes, good Fairy Puck, so that I may ever consider the Beloved Object a paragon! Above all, keep on anointing my mistress's dainty peepers with the very strongest ointment, so that my noddle may ever appear lovely to her, and that she may continue to crown my honest ears with fresh roses!