Thoughts come maimed and plucked of plumage from the lips, which, from the pea, in the silence of your own leisure and study, would be born with far more beauty.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of BlessingtonThe infirmities of genius are often mistaken for its privileges.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of BlessingtonWit lives in the present, but genius survives the future.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington