Sure 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 BlessingtonSpring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of BlessingtonWhen we find that we are not liked, we assert that we are not understood; when probably the dislike we have excited proceeds from our being too fully comprehended.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington