All amusements to which virtuous women are not admitted, are, rely upon it, deleterious in their nature.

Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?

Out of the fictitious book I get the expression of the life, of the times, of the manners, of the merriment, of the dress, the pleasure, the laughter, the ridicules of society. The old times live again. Can the heaviest historian do more for me?

Where is truth, forsooth, and who knoweth it? Is Beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so? Does Venus squint? Has she got a splay-foot, red hair, and a crooked back? Anoint my eyes, good Fairy Puck, so that I may ever consider the Beloved Object a paragon! Above all, keep on anointing my mistress's dainty peepers with the very strongest ointment, so that my noddle may ever appear lovely to her, and that she may continue to crown my honest ears with fresh roses!

Tis not the dying for a faith that's so hard... 'Tis the living up to it that's difficult.

A woman's heart is just like a lithographer's stone; what is once written upon it cannot be rubbed out.

Pray God, keep us simple.