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 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 BlessingtonOur weaknesses are the indigenous produce of our characters; but our strength is the forced fruit.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington