Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It 's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.

I fancy the character of a poet is in every country the same,--fond of enjoying the present, careless of the future; his conversation that of a man of sense, his actions those of a fool.

All that philosophy can teach is to be stubborn or sullen under misfortunes.

All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.

All that a husband or wife really wants is to be pitied a little, praised a little, and appreciated a little.

In two opposite opinions, if one be perfectly reasonable, the other can't be perfectly right.

And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.