People seem to lose all respect for the past; events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few years gone by, is no more remembered than if centuries had closed over it.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of BlessingtonWit lives in the present, but genius survives the future.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of BlessingtonFlowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington