They parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.
Wisdom is better than wit, and in the long run will certainly have the laugh on her side.
Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.
His cold politeness, his ceremonious grace, were worse than anything.
... strange things may be generally accounted for if their cause be fairly seached out.
We do not look in great cities for our best morality.