Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life. Votes: 20
Are we not like the actor of old times, who wore his mask so long his face took its likeness? Votes: 8
Eyes that droop like summer flowers. Votes: 7
There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody's experience ever suits us but our own. Votes: 3
We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing. Votes: 0
affection is a habit. Votes: 0
Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling. Votes: 0
Business before pleasure ... Votes: 0
Confidence is its own security. Votes: 0
Curiosity is its own suicide ... Votes: 0
English people ... never speak, excepting in cases of fire or murder, unless they are introduced. Votes: 0
Fame is bought by happiness. Votes: 0
Farewell's a bitter word to say. Votes: 0
Few save the poor feel for the poor. Votes: 0
habit is our idea of eternity. Votes: 0
How very satisfactory those discussions must be, where each party retains their own opinion! Votes: 0
My heart is its own grave! Votes: 0
Occupation is one great source of enjoyment. No man, properly occupied, was ever miserable ... Votes: 0
Shopping, true feminine felicity! Votes: 0
the blessings of matrimony, like those of poverty, belong rather to philosophy than reality. Votes: 0
The stars are so far, far away! Votes: 0
We are ourselves our happiness. Votes: 0