Portrait by her relative Edward Francis Burney
13 June 1752|
Lynn Regis, England
|Died||6 January 1840
The Wanderer (1814)
We continually say things to support an opinion, which we have given, that in reality we don't above half mean.
There is something in age that ever, even in its own despite, must be venerable, must create respect and to have it ill treated, is to me worse, more cruel and wicked than anything on earth.
I cannot be much pleased without an appearance of truth; at least of possibility I wish the history to be natural though the sentiments are refined; and the characters to be probable, though their behaviour is excelling.
To whom, then, must I dedicate my wonderful, surprising and interesting adventures? to whom dare I reveal my private opinion of my nearest relations? the secret thoughts of my dearest friends? my own hopes, fears, reflections and dislikes? Nobody!
People who live together naturally catch the looks and air of one another and without having one feature alike, they contract a something in the whole countenance which strikes one as a resemblance.
A youthful mind is seldom totally free from ambition; to curb that, is the first step to contentment, since to diminish expectation is to increase enjoyment.
Insensibility, of all kinds, and on all occasions, most moves my imperial displeasure.
The mind is but too naturally prone to pleasure, but too easily yielded to dissipation.