Maria Edgeworth

Maria
Edgeworth
1767
1849

Anglo-Irish Children's Author

Author Quotes

Fortune's wheel never stands still the highest point is therefore the most perilous

The unaffected language of real feeling and benevolence is easily understood, and is never ridiculous.

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.

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.

Idleness, ennui, noise, mischief, riot, and a nameless train of mistaken notions of pleasure, are often classed, in a young man's mind, under the general head of liberty.

Well! some people talk of morality, and some of religion, but give me a little snug property.

Politeness only teaches us to save others from unnecessary pain.... You are not bound by politeness to tell any falsehoods.

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.

How success changes the opinion of men!

Surely it is much more generous to forgive and remember, than to forgive and forget.

There is no moment like the present. The man who will not execute his resolutions when they are fresh upon him can have no hope from them afterwards; they will be dissipated, lost and perish in the hurry and scurry of the world, or sunk in the slough of indolence.

Industry is fortune's right hand, and Frugality her left; a proverb which has been worth ten times more to me than all my little purse contained.

The human heart, at whatever age, opens only to the heart that opens in return.

No man ever distinguished himself who could not bear to be laughed at.

There are two sorts of content; one is connected with exertion, the other with habits of indolence. The first is virtue; the other, a vice.

We may make our future by the best use of the present. There is no moment like the present; not only so, but, moreover, there is no moment at all, that is; no instant force and energy, but in the present. The man who will not execute his resolutions when they are fresh upon him can have no hope from them afterwards.

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First Name
Maria
Last Name
Edgeworth
Birth Date
1767
Death Date
1849
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Anglo-Irish Children's Author