All amusements to which virtuous women are not admitted, are, rely upon it, deleterious in their nature.

He who meanly admires a mean thing is a snob--perhaps that is a safe definition of the character.

Nature has written a letter of credit upon some men's faces that is honored wherever presented. You cannot help trusting such men. Their very presence gives confidence. There is promise to pay in their faces which gives confidence and you prefer it to another man's endorsement. Character is credit.

If you had told Sycorax that her son Caliban was as handsome as Apollo, she would have been pleased, witch as she was.

Dinner was made for eating, not for talking.

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

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