Tears fell from my eyes - yes, weak and foolish as it now appears to me, I wept for my departed youth; and for that beauty of which the faithful mirror too plainly assured me, no remnant existed.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of BlessingtonOur weaknesses are the indigenous produce of our characters; but our strength is the forced fruit.
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