» When delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature in the sky, not a movement of the elements, not an aspiration of the breeze, but hints some cause for a lover's apprehension.
» Here, my dear Lucy, hide these books. Quick, quick! Fling ''Peregrine Pickle'' under the toilette --throw ''Roderick Random'' into the closet --put ''The Innocent Adultery'' into ''The Whole Duty of Man''; thrust ''Lord Aimworth'' under the sofa! cram ''Ovid'' behind the bolster; there --put ''The Man of Feeling'' into your pocket. Now for them.
» Remember that when you meet your antagonist, to do everything in a mild agreeable manner. Let your courage be keen, but, at the same time, as polished as your sword.
» For if there is anything to one's praise, it is foolish vanity to be gratified at it, and if it is abuse -- why one is always sure to hear of it from one damned good-natured friend or another!
» That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.
» Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics.
» My valor is certainly going, it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out as it were, at the palms of my hands!
» You know it is not my interest to pay the principal, or my principal to pay the interest.
» The surest way to fail is not to determine to succeed.
» An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance!