When I Hear Any Man Talk Of

The Main Question To A Novel Is -- Did It Amuse? Were You Surprised At Dinner Coming So Soon? Did You Mistake Eleven For Ten? Were You Too Late To Dress? And Did You Sit Up Beyond The Usual Hour? If A Novel Produces These Effects, It Is Good; If It Does Not -- Story, Language, Love, Scandal Itself Cannot Save It. It Is Only Meant To Please; And It Must Do That Or It Does Nothing.

Politeness Is Good Nature Regulated By Good Sense.

Manners Are The Shadows Of Virtues; The Momentary Display Of Those Qualities Which Our Fellow Creatures Love, And Respect.

How Can A Bishop Marry? How Can He Flirt? The Most He Can Say Is "i Will See You In The Vestry After Service."

Marriage Resembles A Pair Of Shears, So Joined That They Cannot Be Separated; Often Moving In Opposite Directions, Yet Always Punishing Anyone Who Comes Between Them.