Business first, then pleasure.

The heart of a girl is like a convent--the holier the cloister, the more charitable the door.

It is the misfortune of all miscellaneous political combinations, that with the purest motives of their more generous members are ever mixed the most sordid interests and the fiercest passions of mean confedes.

Fate is not the ruler, but the servant of Providence.

Westward, beyond the still pleasant, but, even then, no longer solitary, hamlet of Charing, a broad space, broken here and there by scattered houses and venerable pollards, in the early spring of 1467, presented the rural scene for the sports and pastimes of the inhabitants of Westminister and London.

We lose the peace of years when we hunt after the rapture of moments.

Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame - to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell.