Idleness, ennui, noise, mischief, riot, and a nameless train of mistaken notions of pleasure, are often classed, in a young man's mind,… — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
When the mind is full of any one subject, that subject seems to recur with extraordinary frequency - it appears to pursue… — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
Habit is, to weak minds, a species of moral predestination, from which they have no power to escape. — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
There are two sorts of content; one is connected with exertion, the other with habits of indolence. The first is a virtue; the other,… — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
We may make our future by the best use of the present. There is no moment like the present. — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
Books only spoil the originality of genius. Very well for those who can't think for themselves - But when one has made up one's… — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
“I can but just recollect having been amused at the Theatres, and the Opera, and the Pantheon, and Ranelagh, and all those places, for… — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
Fortune's wheel never stands still the highest point is therefore the most perilous. — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
How is it that hope so powerfully excites, and fear so absolutely depresses all our faculties? — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
Sir Patrick Rackrent lived and died a monument of old Irish hospitality. — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
In real friendship the judgment, the genius, the prudence of each party become the common property of both. — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
According to the Asiatics, Cupid's bow is strung with bees which are apt to sting, sometimes fatally, those who meddle with it. — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
