The best of women are hypocrites.

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

In effective womanly beauty form is more than face, and manner more than either.

Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?-Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

Revenge may be wicked, but it’s natural.

Almost all women have hearts full of pity.

He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton.