There are three things that none of the young men of the present generation can do.They can't sit over their wine;they can't play at wist;and they can't pay a lady a compliment.

Where is the woman who has ever really torn from her heart the image that has been once fixed in it by a true love? Books tell us that such unearthly creatures have existed - but what does our own experiences say in answer to books?

The fool's crime is the crime that is found out and the wise man's crime is the crime that is not found out.

No sensible man ever engages, unprepared, in a fencing match of words with a woman.

But, ah me! where is the faultless human creature who can persevere in a good resolution, without sometimes failing and falling back?

Some of us rush through life, and some of us saunter through life. Mrs Vesey sat through life.

Any woman who is sure of her own wits, is a match, at any time, for a man who is not sure of his own temper.