There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.
The truth is, that in London it is always a sickly season. Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.
A single woman, with a very narrow income, must be a ridiculous, disagreeable, old maid! the proper sport of boys and girls; but a single woman, of good fortune, is always respectable, and may be as sensible and pleasant as anybody else.
Young ladies are delicate plants. They should take care of their health and their complexion.
It is always incomprehensible to a man that a woman should ever refuse an offer of marriage. A man always imagines a woman to be ready for anybody who asks her.
The ladies here probably exchanged looks which meant, “Men never know when things are dirty or not;” and the gentlemen perhaps thought each to himself, “Women will have their little nonsense and needless cares.”
There are people, the more you do for them, the less they do for themselves.
Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised, or a little mistaken.
General benevolence, but not general friendship, made a man what he ought to be.
It may be possible to do without dancing entirely. Instances have been known of young people passing many, many months successively, without being at any ball of any description, and no material injury accrue either to body or mind; but when a beginning is made-when felicities of rapid motion have once been, though slightly, felt-it must be a very heavy set that does not ask for more.
There is safety in reserve, but no attraction. One cannot love a reserved person.
What did she say?-Just what she ought, of course. A lady always does.-She said enough to show there need not be despair-and to invite him to say more himself.
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?
With men he can be rational and unaffected, but when he has ladies to please, every feature works.
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.
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.
Surprizes are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable.
Respect for right conduct is felt by every body.
Human nature is so well disposed towards those who are in interesting situations, that a young person, who either marries or dies, is sure of being kindly spoken of.
Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief.
One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.
If things are going untowardly one month, they are sure to mend the next.
It is very unfair to judge any body’s conduct, without an intimate knowledge of their situation. Nobody, who has not been in the interior of a family, can say what difficulties of any individual of that family may be.
There are secrets in all families.