It is always incomprehensible to a man that a woman should refuse an offer of marriage |
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 indolence... Indolence and love of ease; a want of all laudable ambition, of taste for good company, or of inclination to take the trouble of being agreeable, which make men clergymen. A clergyman has nothing to do but be slovenly and selfish; read the newspaper, watch the weather, and quarrel with his wife. His curate does all the work and the business of his own life is to dine. |
It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;-- it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others. |
It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;-- it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others. |
It is only poverty that makes celibacy contemptible. A single woman of good fortune is always respectable. |
It is very difficult for the prosperous to be humble |
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 the felicities of rapid motion have once been, though slightly, felt -- it must be a very heavy set that does not ask for more. |
It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before |
It was not very wonderful that Catherine . . . should prefer cricket, base ball . . . to books. |
It was, perhaps, one of those cases in which advice is good or bad only as the event decides. |
It will be a bitter pill to her, that is, like other bitter pills, it will have two moments ill-flavor, and then be swallowed and forgotten |
It will, I believe, be everywhere found, that as the clergy are, or are not what they ought to be, so are the rest of the nation. |
Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery. |
Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings. |