There's no nation under the sun can beat the English for ill-politeness: for my part, I hate the very sight of them;… — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image
I looked about for some of my acquaintance, but in vain, for I saw not one person that I knew, which is… — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image
To have some account of my thoughts, manners, acquaintance and actions, when the hour arrives in which time is more nimble than… — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image
Wealth per se I never too much valued, and my acquaintance with its possessors has by no means increased my veneration for… — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image
For my part, I confess I seldom listen to the players: one has so much to do, in looking about and finding… — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image
To despise riches, may, indeed, be philosophic, but to dispense them worthily, must surely be more beneficial to mankind. — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image
Imagination took the reins, and reason, slow-paced, though sure-footed, was unequal to a race with so eccentric and flighty a companion. — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image
the mind naturally accommodates itself, even to the most ridiculous improprieties, if they occur frequently. — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image
“Young, animated, entirely off your guard, and thoughtless of consequences, Imagination took the reins; and Reason, slow-paced, though sure-footed, was unequal to the race… — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image
the right line of conduct is the same for both sexes, though the manner in which it is pursued, may somewhat vary, and be… — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image
“Generosity without delicacy, like wit without judgment, generally gives as much pain as pleasure. The” — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image
Far from having taken any positive step, I have not yet even fommed any resolution. — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image
I never pretend to be so superior a being as to be above having and indulging a hobby horse [her journal writing], and while… — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image
The laws of custom make our [returning a visit] necessary. O how I hate this vile custom which obliges us to make slaves of… — Fanny Burney Copy Share Image