Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.

I’ll promise to think twice before I take any important step you seriously disapprove of.

He is very fond of me, almost too fond. I could do with less caressing and more rationality. I should like to be less of a pet and more of a friend, if I might choose; but I won't complain of that: I am only afraid his affection loses in depth where it gains in ardour. I sometimes liken it to a fire of dry twigs and branches compared with one of solid coal, very bright and hot; but if it should burn itself out and leave nothing but ashes behind.

Intimate acquaintance must precede real friendship

When a lady condescends to apologise, there is no keeping one’s anger.

I was sorry for her; I was amazed, disgusted at her heartless vanity; I wondered why so much beauty should be given to those who made so bad a use of it, and denied to some who would make it a benefit to both themselves and others. But, God knows best, I concluded. There are, I suppose, some men as vain, as selfish, and as heartless as she is, and, perhaps, such women may be useful to punish them.

If the generous ideas of youth are too often over- clouded by the sordid views of after-life, that scarcely proves them to be false