No particular motive for living, except the custom and habit of it.

Vanity Fair is a very vain, wicked, foolish place, full of all sorts of humbugs and falsenesses and pretensions.

An intelligent wife can make her home, in spite of exigencies, pretty much what she pleases.

Life is the soul's nursery.

Pray God, keep us simple.

Those who forgets their friends to follow those of a higher status are truly snobs.

The thorn in the cushion of the editorial chair.