As if the ray which travels from the sun would reach me sooner than the man who blacks my boots.

Benevolence and feeling ennoble the most trifling actions.

We know that Heaven chastens those whom it loves best; being pleased by repeated trials, to make . . . pure spirits more pure.

To our betters eve can reconcile ourselves, if you please--respecting them sincerely, laughing at their jokes, making allowance for their stupidities, meekly suffering their insolence; but we can't pardon our equals going beyond us.

If thou hast never been a fool, be sure thou wilt never be a wise man.

Novels are sweets. All people with healthy literary appetites love them-almost all women; a vast number of clever, hardheaded men.

Love makes fools of us all, big and little.