Among the several kinds of beauty, the eye takes most delight in colors.
All well-regulated families set apart an hour every morning for tea and bread and butter
Riches are apt to betray a man into arrogance.
Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought.
That fine part of our construction, the eye, seems as much the receptacle and seat of our passions as the mind itself; and at least it is the outward portal to introduce them to the house within, or rather the common thoroughfare to let our affections pass in and out.
I have often reflected within myself on this unaccountable humor in womankind of being smitten with everything that is showy and superficial, and on the numberless evils that befall the sex from this light fantastical disposition.