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

Hint at the existence of wickedness in a light, easy, and agreeable manner, so that nobody's fine feelings may be offended.

Life is soul's nursery- its training place for the destinies of eternity.

Oh, those women! They nurse and cuddle their presentiments, and make darlings of their ugliest thoughts.

I suppose as long as novels last, and authors aim at interesting their public, there must always be in the story a virtuous and gallant hero; a wicked monster, his opposite; and a pretty girl, who finds a champion. Bravery and virtue conquer beauty; and vice, after seeming to triumph through a certain number of pages, is sure to be discomfited in the last volume, when justice overtakes him, and honest folks come by their own.

If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relative to do the business.

One tires of a page of which every sentence sparkles with points, of a sentimentalist who is always pumping the tears from his eyes or your own.