Pity and friendship are two passions incompatible with each other.
The very pink of perfection.
Silence gives consent.
I have found by experience that they who have spent all their lives in cities contract not only an effeminacy of habit, but of thinking.
In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.
All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.