Never Try To Reason The Prejudice Out

The Main Question To A Novel Is -- Did It Amuse? Were You Surprised At Dinner Coming So Soon? Did You Mistake Eleven For Ten? Were You Too Late To Dress? And Did You Sit Up Beyond The Usual Hour? If A Novel Produces These Effects, It Is Good; If It Does Not -- Story, Language, Love, Scandal Itself Cannot Save It. It Is Only Meant To Please; And It Must Do That Or It Does Nothing.

A Great Deal Of Talent Is Lost To The World For The Want Of A Little Courage. Every Day Sends To Their Graves A Number Of Obscure Men Who Have Only Remained Obscure Because Their Timidity Has Prevented Them From Making A First Effort; And Who, If They Could Only Have Been Induced To Begin, Would In All Probability Have Gone Great Lengths In The Career Of Fame.

A Great Deal Of Talent Is Lost To The World For Want Of A Little Courage.

Marriage Resembles A Pair Of Shears, So Joined That They Cannot Be Separated; Often Moving In Opposite Directions, Yet Always Punishing Anyone Who Comes Between Them.

Manners Are The Shadows Of Virtues; The Momentary Display Of Those Qualities Which Our Fellow Creatures Love, And Respect.