Your wits can't thicken in that soft moist air, on those white springy roads, in those misty rushes and brown bogs, on those hillsides of granite rocks and magenta heather. You've no such colours in the sky, no such lure in the distances, no such sadness in the evenings. Oh the dreaming! the dreaming! the torturing, heart-scalding, never satisfying dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming!

You practically do not use semicolons at all. This is a symptom of mental defectiveness, probably induced by camp life.

Get married, but never to a man who is home all day.

My mother married a very good man ... and she is not at all keen on my doing the same.

We educate one another; and we cannot do this if half of us consider the other half not good enough to talk to.

Woman's happiness begins with her first love and ends about then

I hope you have lost your good looks, for while they last any fool can adore you, and the adoration of fools is bad for the soul.