When delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature in the sky, not a movement of the elements, not an aspiration of the breeze, but hints some cause for a lover's apprehension.
That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.
Category: Age And Aging
Here, my dear Lucy, hide these books. Quick, quick! Fling ''Peregrine Pickle'' under the toilette --throw ''Roderick Random'' into the closet --put ''The Innocent Adultery'' into ''The Whole Duty of Man''; thrust ''Lord Aimworth'' under the sofa! cram ''Ovid'' behind the bolster; there --put ''The Man of Feeling'' into your pocket. Now for them.
Category: Books And Reading
Remember that when you meet your antagonist, to do everything in a mild agreeable manner. Let your courage be keen, but, at the same time, as polished as your sword.
Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics.
My valor is certainly going, it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out as it were, at the palms of my hands!
Category: Coward And Cowardice
For if there is anything to one's praise, it is foolish vanity to be gratified at it, and if it is abuse -- why one is always sure to hear of it from one damned good-natured friend or another!
Category: Critics And Criticism
You know it is not my interest to pay the principal, or my principal to pay the interest.
The surest way to fail is not to determine to succeed.
An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance!
When of a gossiping circle it was asked, What are they doing? The answer was, Swapping lies.
The right honorable gentlemen is indebted to his memory for his jokes and his imagination for his facts.
Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting -- more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!
I would by no means wish a daughter of mine to be a progeny of learning; I don't think so much learning becomes a young woman: for instance, I would never let her meddle with Greek, or Hebrew, or algebra, or simony, or fluxions, or paradoxes, or such inflammatory branches of learning; nor will it be necessary for her to handle any of your mathematical, astronomical, diabolical instruments; but... I would send her, at nine years old, to a boarding-school, in order to learn a little ingenuity and artifice: then, sir, she would have a supercilious knowledge in accounts, and, as she grew up, I would have her instructed in geometry, that she might know something of the contagious countries: this is what I would have a woman know; and I don't think there is a superstitious article in it.
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.