One Can Never Outlive One's Vanity.

A Face Is Too Slight A Foundation For Happiness.

There Is No Remedy So Easy As Books, Which If They Do Not Give Cheerfulness, At Least Restore Quiet To The Most Troubled Mind.

We Are No More Free Agents Than The Queen Of Clubs When She Victoriously Takes Prisoner The Knave Of Hearts.

My Health Is So Often Impaired That I Begin To Be As Weary Of It As Mending Old Lace; When It Is Patched In One Place, It Breaks Out In Another.

And We Meet, With Champagne And A Chicken, At Last.