It is generally a feminine eye that first detects the moral deficiencies hidden under the 'dear deceit' of beauty.

There is one order of beauty which seems made to turn heads. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle.

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you cannot fool all of the people all of the time.

Every crowd has a silver lining.

Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!

There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.