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The thorn in the cushion of the editorial chair.
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When men see a pretty woman, and feel the delicious madness of love coming over them, they always stop to calculate her temper, her money, their own money, or suitableness for the married life.... Ha, ha, ha! Let us fool in this way no more. I have been in love forty-three times with all ranks and conditions of women, and would have married every time if they would have let me. How many wives had King Solomon, the wisest of men? And is not that story a warning to us that Love is master of the wisest? It is only fools who defy him.
William Makepeace Thackeray
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The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly kind companion; and so let all young persons take their choice.
William Makepeace Thackeray -
I knew all along that the prize I had set my life on was not worth the winning.
William Makepeace Thackeray -
A crow, who had flown away with a cheese from a dairy window, sate perched on a tree looking down at a great big frog in a pool underneath him.
William Makepeace Thackeray -
What stories are new? All types of all characters march through all fables.
William Makepeace Thackeray -
Benevolence and feeling ennoble the most trifling actions.
William Makepeace Thackeray -
Could the best and kindest of us who depart from the earth have an opportunity of revisiting it, I suppose he or she (assuming that any Vanity Fair feelings subsist in the sphere whither we are bound) would have a pang of mortification at finding how soon our survivors were consoled.
William Makepeace Thackeray
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Those we love can but walk down to the pier with us - the voyage we must make alone.
William Makepeace Thackeray -
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.
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Life is soul's nursery- its training place for the destinies of eternity.
William Makepeace Thackeray -
What will a man not do when frantic with love? To what baseness will he not demean himself? What pangs will he not make others suffer, so that he may ease his selfish heart?
William Makepeace Thackeray -
Pray, dear madam, another glass; it is Christmas time, it will do you no harm.
William Makepeace Thackeray -
The moral world has no particular objection to vice, but an insuperable repugnance to hearing vice called by its proper name.
William Makepeace Thackeray
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A woman's heart is just like a lithographer's stone; what is once written upon it cannot be rubbed out.
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'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.
William Makepeace Thackeray -
As they say in the old legends]Before a man goes to the devil himself, he sends plenty of other souls thither.
William Makepeace Thackeray -
What a charming reconciler and peacemaker money is!
William Makepeace Thackeray -
Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin That never has known the barber's shear, All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin. Wait till you come to Forty Year.
William Makepeace Thackeray -
A pair of bright eyes with a dozen glances suffice to subdue a man; to enslave him, and enflame him; to make him even forget; they dazzle him so that the past becomes straightway dim to him; and he so prizes them that he would give all his life to possess 'em.
William Makepeace Thackeray
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A woman with fair opportunities, and without an absolute hump, may marry whom she likes. Only let us be thankful that the darlings are like the beasts of the field, and don't know their own power. They would overcome us entirely if they did.
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Our measure of rewards and punishments is most partial and incomplete, absurdly inadequate, utterly worldly; and we wish to continue it into the next world. Into that next and awful world we strive to pursue men, and send after them our impotent paltry verdicts of condemnation or acquittal. We set up our paltry little rod to measure heaven immeasurable.
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I never was much of an oyster eater, nor can I relish them 'in naturalibus' as some do, but require a quantity of sauces, lemons, cayenne peppers, bread and butter, and so forth, to render them palatable.
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The ladies--Heaven bless them!--are, as a general rule, coquettes from babyhood upwards.
William Makepeace Thackeray