Madam, a circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge; it blossoms through the year. And depend on it that they who are so fond of handling the leaves, will long for the fruit at last.

It is not my interest to pay the principal, nor my principle to pay the interest.

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting - more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

My valour is certainly going! - it is sneaking off! - I feel it oozing out as it were at the palms of my hands!

You write with ease, to show your breeding, But easy writing's vile hard reading.

Never say more than is necessary.

Nothing keeps me in such awe as perfect beauty; now, there is something consoling and encouraging in ugliness.