Beauties are always curious about beauties, and wits about wits.

How is it that hope so powerfully excites, and fear so absolutely depresses all our faculties?

The human heart, at whatever age, opens to the heart that opens in return.

We perfectly agreed in our ideas of traveling; we hurried from place to place as fast as horses and wheels, and curses and guineas, could carry us.

According to the Asiatics, Cupid's bow is strung with bees which are apt to sting, sometimes fatally, those who meddle with it.

why will friends publish all the trash they can scrape together of celebrated people?

[On collectors of quotations:] How far our literature may in future suffer from these blighting swarms, will best be conceived by a glance at what they have already withered and blasted of the favourite productions of our most popular poets.