Since the days of Adam, there has been hardly a mischief done in this world but a woman has been at the bottom of it.

I never knew whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

She lived in her past life — every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all! His looks and tones, his dress, what he said and how — these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that were left her in the world.

At certain periods of life, we live years of emotion in a few weeks, and look back on those times as on great gaps between the old life and the new.

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

I believe that remorse is the least active of all a man's moral senses.

It was in the reign of George II. that the above-named personages lived and quarrelled ; good or bad, handsome or ugly, rich or poor, they are all equal now