You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words.

If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.

Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.

There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

A little scorn is alluring.

I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.