We have a reading, a talking, and a writing public. When shall we have a thinking?
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of BlessingtonMountains appear more lofty the nearer they are approached, but great men resemble them not in this particular.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of BlessingtonSpring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington