Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?

It is an awful thing to get a glimpse, as one sometimes does, when the time is past, of some little, little wheel which works the whole mighty machinery of fate, and see how our destinies turn on a minute's delay or advance.

Life is the soul's nursery.

When Fate wills that something should come to pass, she sends forth a million of little circumstances to clear and prepare the way.

I knew all along that the prize I had set my life on was not worth the winning.

Come children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

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