“I am ashamed of confessing that I have nothing to confess.” — 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.

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

I cannot be much pleased without an appearance of truth; at least of possibility I wish the history to be natural though the sentiments are refined; and the characters to be probable, though their behaviour is excelling.