Order in a house ought to be like the machinery in opera, whose effect produces great pleasure, but whose ends must be hid.

Innocence and mystery never dwell long together.

Fortune does not change [people], it unmasks them.

Our own cast-off sorrows are not sufficient to constitute sympathy for others.

The more heart, the more sorrow.

Love is the pass-key to the heart.

Want of perseverance is the great fault of women in everything--morals, attention to health, friendship, and so on. It cannot be too often repeated that women never reach the end of anything through want of perseverance.