We have a reading, a talking, and a writing public. When shall we have a thinking?
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of BlessingtonSpring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of BlessingtonHere Fashion is a despot, and no one dreams of evading its dictates.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of BlessingtonSure there's different roads from this to Dungarvan* - some thinks one road pleasanter, and some think another; wouldn't it be mighty foolish to quarrel for this? - and sure isn't it twice worse to thry to interfere with people for choosing the road they like best to heaven?
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington