A Woman, Till Five-and-thirty, Is Only Looked

The Most Romantic Region Of Every Country Is That Where The Mountains Unite Themselves With The Plains Or Lowlands.

But The Fruit That Can Fall Without Shaking Indeed Is Too Mellow For Me.

The Knowledge Of Numbers Is One Of The Chief Distinctions Between Us And The Brutes.

[on Her Political Writings:] It Is, I Confess, Very Possible That These My Labours May Only Be Destined To Line Trunks, Or Preserve Roast Meat From Too Fierce A Fire; Yet In That Shape I Shall Be Useful To My Country.

I Believe More Follies Are Committed Out Of Complaisance To The World, Than In Following Our Own Inclinations.