241 Quotes by Samuel Richardson

What poor wretches are we, Harriet, men as well as women! We pray for long life; and what is the issue of our prayers, but leave to outlive our teeth and our friends, to stand in the way of our elbowing relations, and to change our swan-skins for skins of buff; which nevertheless will keep out neither cold nor infirmity?

Tired of myself longing for what I have not.

What likelihood is there of corrupting a man who has no ambition?

A brother may not be a friend, but a friend will always be a brother.

Every Hour he makes me happier, by his sweet condescension.

Has just left me, with the kindest, tenderest expressions, and gentlest behavior that ever blest a happy maiden.

And I write up to the conclusion of this day, that they may see how happy you have made me.