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

If fathers are sometimes sulky at the appearance of the destined son-in-law, is it not a fact that mothers become sentimental and, as it were, love their own loves over again.

To be beautiful is enough! if a woman can do that well who should demand more from her? You don't want a rose to sing.

Sure, occasion is the father of most that is good in us.

Benevolence and feeling ennoble the most trifling actions.

Love makes fools of us all, big and little.

This Bouillabaisse a noble dish is - A sort of soup or broth, or brew, Or hotchpotch of all sorts of fishes, That Greenwich never could outdo; Green herbs, red peppers, mussels, saffron, Soles, onions, garlic, roach, and dace; All these you eat at Terre's tavern, In that one dish of Bouillabaisse.