I'll suffer no daughter of mine to play the fool with her heart, indeed! She shall marry for the purpose for which matrimony was ordained amongst people of birth--that is, for the aggrandisement of her family, the extending of their… — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
There are plenty of fools in the world; but if they had not been sent for some wise purpose, they wouldn't have been here; and since they are here they have as good a right to have elbow-room in the… — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
...the synagogin', the tabernaclin', the psalmin', that goes on in this hoose, that's enough to break the spirits o' ony young creature. — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
lovers, it is well known, carry the art of tautology to its utmost perfection, and even the most impatient of them can both bear… — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
Beware how you contradict prejudices, even knowing them to be such, for the generality of people are much more tenacious of their prejudices than… — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
Oh, how easy it must be to be good when one has the power of doing good! — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that there is no passion so deeply rooted in human nature as that of pride. — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
I'll suffer no daughter of mine to play the fool with her heart, indeed! She shall marry for the purpose for which matrimony was… — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
I am for everything starting into full-blown perfection at once. — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
It is universally allowed that, though nothing can be more interesting in itself than the conversation of two lovers, yet nothing can be more… — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
There are plenty of fools in the world; but if they had not been sent for some wise purpose, they wouldn't have been here;… — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
... what will not the heart endure ere it will voluntarily surrender the hoarded treasure of its love to the cold dictates of reason… — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
