Malice is of the boomerang character, and is apt to turn upon the projector. — William Makepeace Thackeray
Presently, we were aware of an odour gradually coming towards us, something — William Makepeace Thackeray
A woman with fair opportunities, and without an absolute hump, may marry WHOM SHE LIKES. — William Makepeace Thackeray
The unambitious sluggard pretends that the eminence is not worth attaining, declines — William Makepeace Thackeray
Sure, love vincit omnia; is immeasurably above all ambition, more precious than — William Makepeace Thackeray
Oh, those women! They nurse and cuddle their presentiments, and make darlings — William Makepeace Thackeray
Those we love can but walk down to the pier with us – the voyage we must make alone. — William Makepeace Thackeray
So they pass away: friends, kindred, the dearest-loved, grown people, aged, infants. — William Makepeace Thackeray