We are so desirous of vengeance that people often offend us by not giving offence.
What is a woman?s surest guardian angel? Indifference.
What is joy? A sunbeam between two clouds.
Why are we so blind? That which we improve, we have, that which we hoard is not for ourselves.
Women are far more impulsive than men; this is because they are more influenced by the heart than the head.
Women do not fancy timid men.
Gold does not satisfy love; it must be paid in its own coin.
They teach us to dance; O that they could teach us to blush, did it cost a guinea a glow!
Great culture is often betokened by great simplicity.
Very few men understand the true significance of contentment; women alone illustrate it.
Intrigue is a court distemper.
It is a shrewd device to pretend we have someone unimportant fault,?it overshadows so many serious defects.
It requires a great deal of poetry to gild the pill of poverty, and then it will pass current only in theory; the reality is a dead failure.
It requires a great deal of poetry to gild the pill of poverty.
Joy is a sunbeam between two clouds.
A coquette is a woman without any heart, who makes a fool of a man that hasn't got any head.
Nothing so truly becomes feminine beauty as simplicity.
Alas, could experience be bought for gold!
Perseverance and audacity generally win.
Amiable people, while they are more liable to imposition in casual contact with the world, yet radiate so much of mental sunshine that they are reflected in all appreciative hearts.
Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fancy.
Audacity as against modesty will win the battle over most men.
Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.
Conceited people are never without a certain degree of harmless satisfaction wherewith to flavor the waters of life.