“Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.”

“Life is but a quick succession of busy nothings!”

“And what am I to do on the occasion? -- It seems an hopeless business.”

“I often think," she said, "that there is nothing so bad as parting with one's friends. One seems to forlorn without them.”

“Oh hang kitty; what has she to do with it? Come, be quick. Be quick. Where is your sash?”

“poor Isabella;—which poor Isabella, passing her life with those she doated on, full of their merits, blind to their faults, and always innocently busy, might have been a model of right feminine happiness.”

“Success supposes endeavour.”