Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.

Wit loses its point when dipped in malice.

There is no trusting appearances.

A fluent tongue is the only thing a mother don't like her daughter to resemble her in.

I had rather follow you to your grave than see you owe your life to any but a regular-bred physician.

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.

Justice-august and pure, the abstract idea of all that would be perfect in the spirits and the inspirations of men!-where the mind rises; where the heart expands; where the countenance is ever placid and benign; where her favorite attitude is to stoop to the unfortunate; to hear their cry and to help them; to rescue and relieve; to succor and save; majestic, from its mercy; venerable, from its Lutility; uplifted, without pride; firm without obduracy; beneficent in each preference; lovely, though in her frown!