She lived in her past life — every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all! His looks and tones, his dress, what he said and how — these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that were left her in the world.
William Makepeace ThackerayWho was the blundering idiot who said 'fine words butter no parsnips'? Half the parsnips of society are served and rendered palatable with no other sauce.
William Makepeace ThackerayIf people only made prudent marriages, what a stop to population there would be!
William Makepeace ThackerayThere are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.
William Makepeace Thackeray