That which we call a snob by any other name would still be snobbish.

When Fate wills that something should come to pass, she sends forth a million of little circumstances to clear and prepare the way.

Oh, brother wearers of motley, are there not moments when one grows sick of grinning and trembling and the jingling of cap and bells?

A clever, ugly man every now and then is successful with the ladies, but a handsome fool is irresistible.

People who do not know how to laugh are always pompous and self-conceited.

Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?-Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

He was always thinking of his brother's soul, or of the souls of those who differed with him in opinion: it is a sort of comfort which many of the serious give themselves.