Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.
Youth is a season that has no repose.
A woman's fame is the tomb of her happiness.
I cannot see why a taste for the country should be held so very indispensable a requisite for excellence; but really people talk of it as if it were a virtue, and as if an opposite opinion was, to say the least of it, very immoral.
Surprises are like misfortunes or herrings - they rarely come single.
I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.