The Right Honourable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests, and to his imagination for his facts.
My valour is certainly going, it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out as it were, at the palms of my hands!
Ay, ay, the best terms will grow obsolete: damns have had their day.
An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance!
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.
Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics.
'Tis safest in matrimony to begin with a little aversion.
Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.... There is nothing on earth so easy as to forget, if a person chooses to set about it. I'm sure I have as much forgot your poor, dear uncle, as if he had never existed—and I thought it my duty to do so.
He is the very pineapple of politeness!
There is nothing on earth so easy as to forget, if a person chooses to set about it. I'm sure I have as much forgot your poor, dear uncle, as if he had never existed; and I thought it my duty to do so.