It is indolence... Indolence and love of ease; a want of all laudable ambition, of taste for good company, or of inclination to take the trouble of being agreeable, which make men clergymen. A clergyman has nothing to do but be slovenly and selfish; read the newspaper, watch the weather, and quarrel with his wife. His curate does all the work and the business of his own life is to dine.

A man who has nothing to do with his own time has no conscience in his intrusion on that of others.

A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

Where youth and diffidence are united, it requires uncommon steadiness of reason to resist the attraction of being called the most charming girl in the world.

We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.

Each found her greatest safety in silence.

I am no indiscriminate novel reader. The mere trash of the common circulating library I hold in the highest contempt.