Vanity Working On A Weak Head, Produces

We Are Each Of An Unsocial, Taciturn Disposition, Unwilling To Speak, Unless We Expect To Say Something That Will Amaze The Whole Room, And Be Handed Down To Posterity With All The Eclat Of A Proverb.

Life Seems But A Quick Succession Of Busy Nothings.

Dress Is At All Times A Frivolous Distinction, And Excessive Solicitude About It Often Destroys Its Own Aim.

I Have Been A Selfish Being All My Life, In Practice, Though Not In Principle.

He Is A Gentleman; I Am A Gentleman's Daughter; So Far We Are Equal.