Anglo-Irish Children's Author
And all the young ladies said that a love-match was the only thing for happiness, where the parties could anyway afford it.
So quickly in youth do different and opposite trains of ideas and emotions succeed to each other; and so easy it is, by a timely exercise of reason and self-command, to prevent a fancy from becoming a passion.
Belinda is not quite so great a philosopher as I imagined.
Some people talk of morality, and some of religion, but give me a little snug property.
Business was his aversion; Pleasure was his business.
The bore is usually considered a harmless creature, or of that class of irrational bipeds who hurt only themselves.
Clarence Hervey might have been more than a pleasant young man, if he had not been smitten with the desire of being thought superior in everything, and of being the most admired person in all companies. He had been early flattered with the idea that he was a man of genius; and he imagined that, as such, he was entitled to be imprudent, wild, and eccentric. He affected singularity, in order to establish his claims to genius. He had considerable literary talents, by which he was distinguished at Oxford; but he was so dreadfully afraid of passing for a pedant, that when he came into the company of the idle and the ignorant, he pretended to disdain every species of knowledge. His chameleon character seemed to vary in different lights, and according to the different situations in which he happened to be placed. He could be all things to all men?and to all women.
The law, in our case, seems to make the right; and the very reverse ought to be done - the right should make the law.
Come when you're called and do as you're bid; shut the door after you and you'll never be chide.
The prevailing taste of the public for anecdote has been censured and ridiculed by critics, who aspire to the character of superior wisdom: but if we consider it in a proper point of view, this taste is an incontestible proof of the good sense and profoundly philosophic temper of the present times. Of the numbers who study, or at least who read history, how few derive any advantage from their labors!
Fortune's wheel never stands still the highest point is therefore the most perilous
The unaffected language of real feeling and benevolence is easily understood, and is never ridiculous.
I find the love of garden grows upon me as I grow older more and more. Shrubs and flowers and such small gay things, that bloom and please and fade and wither and are gone and we care not for them, are refreshing interests, in life, and if we cannot say never fading pleasures, we may say unreproved pleasures and never grieving losses.
We cannot judge either of the feelings or of the characters of men with perfect accuracy from their actions or their appearance in public; it is from their careless conversations, their half-finished sentences, that we may hope with the greatest probability of success to discover their real characters.
Idleness, ennui, noise, mischief, riot, and a nameless train of mistaken notions of pleasure, are often classed, in a young man's mind, under the general head of liberty.
Well! some people talk of morality, and some of religion, but give me a little snug property.
If we take care of the moments, the years will take care of themselves.
What a treasure, to meet with anything a new heart-- all hearts, nowadays, are secondhand at best.
If young women were not deceived into a belief that affectation pleases, they would scarcely trouble themselves to practice it so much.
When one illusion vanishes, another shall appear, and, still leading me forward towards an horizon that retreats as I advance, the happy prospect of futurity shall vanish only with my existence.
It sometimes requires courage to fly from danger.
When people are warm, they cannot stand picking terms.
I've a great fancy to see my own funeral afore I die.
You think it a want of judgment that one changes his opinion. Is it a proof that your scales are bad because they vibrate with every additional weight that is added to either side?
Nor elves, nor fays, nor magic charm, have pow'r, or will, to work us harm; for those who dare the truth to tell, fays, elves, and fairies, wish them well.