“I cannot be much pleased without an appearance of truth; at least of possibility…” — Frances Burney

People who live together naturally catch the looks and air of one another and without having one feature alike, they contract a something in the whole countenance which strikes one as a resemblance.

But if the young are never tired of erring in conduct, neither are the older in erring of judgment.

I am ashamed of confessing that I have nothing to confess.

We continually say things to support an opinion, which we have given, that in reality we don't above half mean.