Some cynical Frenchman has said that there are two parties to a love-transaction: the one who loves and the other who condescends to be so treated.

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

It is comparatively easy to leave a mistress, but very hard to be left by one.

You, who are ashamed of your poverty, and blush for your calling, are a snob; as are you who boast of your wealth.

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.

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

Is beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so?