There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.

What woman, however old, has not the bridal-favours and raiment stowed away, and packed in lavender, in the inmost cupboards of her heart?

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

Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin That never has known the barber's shear, All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin. Wait till you come to Forty Year.

The ladies--Heaven bless them!--are, as a general rule, coquettes from babyhood upwards.

Revenge may be wicked, but it’s natural.

Presently, we were aware of an odour gradually coming towards us, something musky, fiery, savoury, mysterious, - a hot drowsy smell, that lulls the senses, and yet enflames them, - the truffles were coming.