There is scarcely a young lady in the united kingdoms, who would not rather put up with the misfortune of being sought by a clever, agreeable man, than have him driven away by the vulgarity of her nearest relations.
Business, you know, may bring money, but friendship hardly ever does.
Where shall we see a better daughter, or a kinder sister, or a truer friend?
An artist cannot do anything slovenly.
Unhappy as the event must be … we may draw from it this useful lesson: that loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable; that one false step involves her in endless ruin; that her reputation is no less brittle than it is beautiful; and that she cannot be too much guarded in her behaviour towards the undeserving of the other sex.
No man is offended by another man’s admiration of the woman he loves, it is the woman only who can make it a torment.
The younger brother must help to pay for the pleasures of the elder.
With men he can be rational and unaffected, but when he has ladies to please, every feature works.
Single women have a dreadful propensity for being poor, which is one very strong argument in favour of matrimony.
A person who can write a long letter with ease, cannot write ill.
I consider a country-dance as an emblem of marriage. Fidelity and complaisance are the principle duties of both; and those men who do not choose to dance or to marry them selves, have no business with the partners or wives of the neighbors.
There are certainly not so many men of large fortune in the world, as there are pretty women to deserve them.
The post-office had a great charm at one period of our lives. When you have lived to my age, you will begin to think letters are never worth going through the rain for.
I begin already to weigh my words and sentences more than I did, and am looking about for a sentiment, an illustration or a metaphor in every corner of the room. Could my Ideas flow as fast as the rain in the Store closet it would be charming.
For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?
A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.
I am afraid that the pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety.
A man would always wish to give a woman a better home than the one he takes her from; and he who can do it, where there is no doubt of her regard, must, I think, be the happiest of mortals.