“I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.”

The more I see of the world, the more am i dissatisfied with it; and everyday confirms my belief of the inconsistencies of all human.

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

The enthusiasm of a woman’s love is even beyond the biographer’s.

It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before.

I was quiet but I was not blind.

Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness.

Wisdom is better than wit, and in the long run will certainly have the laugh on her side.

She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.

To love is to burn, to be on fire.

Indulge your imagination in every possible flight.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.

Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another.

It is not every man’s fate to marry the woman who loves him best.

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.

Nobody minds having what is too good for them.