Life would be as insupportable without the prospect of death, as it would be without sleep.
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 BlessingtonThere are some chagrins of the heart which a friend ought to try to console without betraying a knowledge of their existence, as there are physical maladies which a physician ought to seek to heal without letting the sufferer know that he has discovered their extent.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of BlessingtonSatire, like conscience, reminds us of what we often wish to forget.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington