The best of prophets of the future is the past
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away
Romances paint at full length people's wooings, but only give a bust of marriages but no one cares for matrimonial cooings
The glory and the nothing of a name
But Shakespeare also says, 'tis very silly To gild refind gold, or paint the lily'.
Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection
A tigress robb'd of young, a lioness, Or any interesting beast of prey, Are similes at hand for the distress Of ladies who cannot have their own way
All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner
Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem but although we sneer - In health - when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer
The sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.
To feel for none is the true social art of the world's stoics - men without a heart
His heart was one of those which most enamour us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
In short, he was a perfect cavalier, And to his very valet seemed a hero.
History is the devil's scripture
The drying up a single tear has more - Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore
Imagination droops her pinion.
I do not believe in revealed religion - I will have nothing to do with your immortality we are miserable enough in this life, without speculating on another
I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse - borne away with every breath
I have no consistency, except in politics and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether
But oh ye lords of ladies intellectual, Inform us truly - have they not henpecked you all
Such hath it been - shall be - beneath the sun the many still must labor for the one
A lady of a certain age', which means Certainly aged.
And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep
Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind
I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me -- I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.