Baroness Orczy
Baroness Orczy
Baroness Emma Magdolna Rozália Mária Jozefa Borbála "Emmuska" Orczy de Orciwas a Hungarian-born British novelist, playwright, and artist of noble origin. She is most known for her series of novels featuring the Scarlet Pimpernel. Some of her paintings were exhibited at the Royal Academy in London...
gay water rolling
It is only when we are very happy that we can bear to gaze merrily upon the vast and limitless expanse of water, rolling on and on with such persistent, irritating monotony, to the accompaniment of our thoughts, whether grave or gay.
woods betrayed guillotine
Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T'wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine
men ties odd
Odd's fish, m'dear! The man can't even tie his own cravat!
two people done
She said nothing, and Sir Andrew, too, was silent, yet those two young people understood one another, as young people have a way of doing all the world over, and have done since the world began.
perfection demand approval
I take it, sir, that you do not approve of our new society." "Approval, sir, in my opinion, demands the attainment of perfection. And in that sense, you rather overrate the charms of your society. I'faith, for one thing, it does seem monstrous ill-dressed for any society, even a new one.
virtue crushed
Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.
judging charity littles
Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.
hope journey worst-moments
even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end ...
giving-up adventure fighting
When will you give up these mad adventures, and leave others to fight their own battles and to save their own lives as best they may?' When your ladyship has ceased to be the most admired woman in Europe, namely, when I am in my grave.
simple knives finals
It does seem simple, doesn't it?' she said, with a final bitter attempt at flippancy, 'when you want to kill a chicken...you take hold of it...then you wring its neck...it's only the chicken who does not find it quite so simple. Now you hold a knife at my throat, and a hostage for my obedience...You find it simple...I don't
fall heart idols
Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol as you wish, but drag her down to your level after that -- the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.
destiny links chains
In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.
brain may titles
Money and titles may be hereditary," she would say, "but brains are not,"...
sacrifice self wonderful
There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.