What the world stigmatizes as romantic is often more nearly allied to the truth than is commonly supposed.

He never could have loved me, or he would not have resigned me so willingly

The brightest attractions to the lover too often prove the husband's greatest torments

I cannot get him to write or speak in real, solid earnest. I don't much mind it now, but if it be always so, what shall I do with the serious part of myself?

Increase of love brings increase of happiness, when it is mutual, and pure as that will be.

I wished to tell the truth, for truth always conveys its own moral to those who are able to receive it.

But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.