Book: Vanity fair. Page 4

She was not a heroine. Her letters were full of repetition. She often forgot about the grammar, and the poems do not comply with size. But, o mesdames, if you are not allowed to excite devotional your heart sometimes, and not according to the rules of syntax or if you can not love, until you learn the difference between trehtomnika and chetyrekhtomnym, then let poetry go to hell and perish miserably all school teachers.

Such is the nature of some women. Some of them are designed to intrigue, others to love; and I wish every respectable bachelor, reading these lines, to choose a wife of the varieties which he likes.

An acorn costs nothing, but it can grow a huge oak tree.

The world is a mirror and it returns to each his own image. Frown, and he, in turn sourly look at you; sarmates him and with him - and it will be your cheerful, sweet friend.

I tend to think that contempt their sisters, a woman should regard as a great compliment.

The mother chose for her dresses, books, hats and thoughts.