Fanny Burney
Fanny Burney
Frances Burney, also known as Fanny Burney and after her marriage as Madame d'Arblay, was an English novelist, diarist and playwright. She was born in Lynn Regis, now King's Lynn, England, on 13 June 1752, to musical historian Dr. Charles Burneyand Esther Sleepe Burney. The third of six children, she was self-educated and began writing what she called her "scribblings" at the age of ten. In 1793, aged 41, she married a French exile, General Alexandre D'Arblay. Their only son,...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth13 June 1752
I cannot sleep - great joy is as restless as great sorrow.
In the bosom of her respectable family resided Camilla.
There is no looking at a building here after seeing Italy.
. . . Imagination took the reins, and Reason, slow-paced, though sure-footed, was unequal to a race with so eccentric and flighty a companion.
Indeed, the freedom with which Dr Johnson condemns whatever he disapproves is astonishing.
it has been long and justly remarked, that folly has ever sought alliance with beauty.
To a heart formed for friendship and affection the charms of solitude are very short-lived.
Concealment is the foe of tranquility.
... it's vastly more irksome to give up one's own way, than to hear a few impertinent remarks.
... there's nothing but quarreling with the women; it's my belief they like it better than victuals and drink.
Can any thing, my good Sir, be more painful to a friendly mind than a necessity of communicating disagreeable intelligence? Indeed, it is sometimes difficult to determine, whether the relater or the receiver of evil tidings is most to be pitied.
But authors before they write should read.
the right line of conduct is the same for both sexes, though the manner in which it is pursued, may somewhat vary, and be accommodated to the strength or weakness of the different travelers.
No man is in love when he marries. He may have loved before; I have even heard he has sometimes loved after: but at the time never. There is something in the formalities of the matrimonial preparations that drive away all the little cupidons.