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

Could the best and kindest of us who depart from the earth have an opportunity of revisiting it, I suppose he or she (assuming that any Vanity Fair feelings subsist in the sphere whither we are bound) would have a pang of mortification at finding how soon our survivors were consoled.

The affection of young ladies is of as rapid growth as Jack's beanstalk, and reaches up to the sky in a night.

When I walk with you I feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole.

Taste is something quite different from fashion, superior to fashion.

It is to the middle-class we must look for the safety of England.

What a dignity it gives an old lady, that balance at the bankers! How tenderly we look at her faults if she is a relative; what a kind, good-natured old creature we find her!