A Woman Of Seven And Twenty, Said

Of This She Was Perfectly Unaware; To Her He Was Only The Man Who Had Made Himself Agreeable Nowhere, And Who Had Not Thought Her Handsome Enough To Dance With.

It Is Happy For You That You Possess The Talent Of Flattering With Delicacy. May I Ask Whether These Pleasing Attentions Proceed From The Impulse Of The Moment, Or Are They The Result Of Previous Study?

It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us.

One Half Of The World Cannot Understand The Pleasures Of The Other.

My Good Opinion Once Lost Is Lost Forever.