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Sir Patrick Rackrent lived and died a monument of old Irish hospitality.
Maria Edgeworth
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Maria Edgeworth
Age: 81 †
Born: 1768
Born: January 1
Died: 1849
Died: May 22
Essayist
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Oxon.
Eliza Edgeworth
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The unaffected language of real feeling and benevolence is easily understood, and is never ridiculous.
Maria Edgeworth
Possessed, as are all the fair daughters of Eve, of an hereditary propensity, transmitted to them undiminished through succeeding generations, to be 'soonmoved withtheslightesttouch of blame' very little precept and practice will confirm them in the habit, and instruct them all the maxims, of self-justification.
Maria Edgeworth
every man who takes a part in politics, especially in times when parties run high, must expect to be abused they must bear it and their friends must learn to bear it for them.
Maria Edgeworth
We cannot judge either of the feelings or of the characters of men with perfect accuracy from their actions or their appearance in public it is from their careless conversations, their half-finished sentences, that we may hope with the greatest probability of success to discover their real characters.
Maria Edgeworth
In marrying, a man does not, to be sure, marry his wife's mother and yet a prudent man, when he begins to think of the daughter, would look sharp at the mother ay, and back to the grandmother too, and along the whole female line of ancestry.
Maria Edgeworth
When the mind is full of any one subject, that subject seems to recur with extraordinary frequency - it appears to pursue or to meet us at every turn: in every conversation that we hear in every book we open, in every newspaper we take up, the reigning idea recurs and then we are surprised, and exclaim at these wonderful coincidences.
Maria Edgeworth
I find the love of garden grows upon me as I grow older more and more. Shrubs and flowers and such small gay things, that bloom and please and fade and wither and are gone and we care not for them, are refreshing interests, in life, and if we cannot say never fading pleasures, we may say unreproved pleasures and never grieving losses.
Maria Edgeworth
Justice satisfies everybody.
Maria Edgeworth
Now flattery can never do good twice cursed in the giving and the receiving, it ought to be.
Maria Edgeworth
How is it that hope so powerfully excites, and fear so absolutely depresses all our faculties?
Maria Edgeworth
Let the sexes mutually forgive each other their follies or, what is much better, let them combine their talents for their general advantage.
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Beauty is a great gift of heaven not for the purpose of female vanity, but a great gift for one who loves, and wishes to be beloved.
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How success changes the opinion of men!
Maria Edgeworth
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 opinions, there is no use in reading.
Maria Edgeworth
No man ever distinguished himself who could not bear to be laughed at.
Maria Edgeworth
What a misfortune it isto be bornawoman!? Why seek for knowledge, which can prove only that our wretchedness is irremediable? If a ray of light break in upon us, it is but to make darkness more visible to show usthenew limits, the Gothic structure, theimpenetrable barriers of our prison.
Maria Edgeworth
There are two sorts of content one is connected with exertion, the other with habits of indolence. The first is a virtue the other, a vice.
Maria Edgeworth
Hope can produce the finest and most permanent springs of action.
Maria Edgeworth
A man who sells his conscience for his interest will sell it for his pleasure. A man who will betray his country will betray his friend.
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[On collectors of quotations:] How far our literature may in future suffer from these blighting swarms, will best be conceived by a glance at what they have already withered and blasted of the favourite productions of our most popular poets.
Maria Edgeworth