Heaven forbid! -- That would be the greatest misfortune of all! -- To find a man agreeable whom one is determined to hate! -- Do not wish me such an evil.

The truth is, that in London it is always a sickly season. Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.

Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.

You ought certainly to forgive them as a Christian, but never to admit them in your sight, or allow their names to be mentioned in your hearing.

Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.

Give a girl an education and introduce her properly into the world, and ten to one but she has the means of settling well, without further expense to anybody.

How little of permanent happiness could belong to a couple who were only brought together because their passions were stronger than their virtue.