To wear your heart on your sleeve isn't a very good plan; you should wear it inside$$$ where it functions best.
If you just set out to be liked$$$ you will be prepared to compromise on anything at anytime$$$ and would achieve nothing.
And by these wonderful circumstances I was once more free again: and I kept my resolution then made$$$ never to fall more into the hands of any recruiter$$$ and henceforth and for ever to be a gentleman.
Vanity Fair--Vanity Fair! Here was a man$$$ who could not spell$$$ and did not care to read--who had the habits and the cunning of a boor: whose aim in life was pettifogging: who never had a taste$$$ or emotion$$$ or enjoyment$$$ but what was sordid and foul; and yet he had rank$$$ and honours$$$ and power$$$ somehow: and was a dignitary of the land$$$ and a pillar of the state. He was high sheriff$$$ and rode in a golden coach. Great ministers and statesmen courted him; and in Vanity Fair he had a higher place than the most brilliant genius or spotless virtue.
To know nothing$$$ or little$$$ is in the nature of some husbands. To hide$$$ in the nature of how many women? Oh$$$ ladies! how many of you have surreptitious milliners' bills?
I knew all along that the prize I had set my life on was not worth the winning.
He had placed himself at her feet so long that the poor little woman had been accustomed to trample upon him. She didn't wish to marry him$$$ but she wished to keep him. She wished to give him nothing$$$ but that he should give her all. It is a bargain not unfrequently levied in love.
It was in the reign of George II that the above-named personages lived and quarrelled; good or bad$$$ handsome or ugly$$$ rich or poor$$$ they are all equal now.
In politics$$$ if you want anything said$$$ ask a man. If you want anything done$$$ ask a woman.
She lived in her past life- these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that was left her in the world.