Mountains appear more lofty the nearer they are approached, but great men — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Imagination, which is the Eldorado of the poet and of the novel-writer, — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Men are capable of making great sacrifices, who are not willing to — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
A man should never boast of his courage, nor a woman of — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
The most certain mode of making people content with us is to — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
To amend mankind, moralists should show them man, not as he is, but as he ought to be. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Love and enthusiasm are always ridiculous, when not reciprocated by their objects. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
We have a reading, a talking, and a writing public. When shall we have a thinking? — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
People are always willing to follow advice when it accords with their own wishes. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
In France, a woman may forget that she is neither young nor — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Praise is the only gift for which people are really grateful. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Many minds that have withstood the most severe trials have been broken — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
We are more prone to murmur at the punishment of our faults than to lament them. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
One of the most marked characteristics of our day is a reckless — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Thoughts come maimed and plucked of plumage from the lips, which, from — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Friends are the thermometer by which we may judge the temperature of our fortunes. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Only vain people wage war against the vanity of others. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
The vices of the rich and great are mistaken for error; and — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
The infirmities of genius are often mistaken for its privileges. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Life would be as insupportable without the prospect of death, as it — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
A woman’s head is always influenced by her heart, but a man’s — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
A mother’s love! O holy, boundless thing! Fountain whose waters never cease to spring! — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Sure there’s different roads from this to Dungarvan* – some thinks one — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Conversation is the legs on which thought walks; and writing, the wings by which it flies. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
You were wise not to waste years in a lawsuit … he who — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Spring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
A German writer observes: “The noblest characters only show themselves in their — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Society seldom forgives those who have discovered the emptiness of its pleasures, — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
When the sun shines on you, you see your friends. It requires — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Alas! there is no casting anchor in the stream of time! — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
It is a sad thing to look at happiness only through another’s eyes. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
There is no knowledge for which so great a price is paid — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Modern historians are all would-be philosophers; who, instead of relating facts as — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
There are some chagrins of the heart which a friend ought to — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington