A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
I wished to tell the truth, for truth always conveys its own moral to those who are able to receive it.
Because I imagine there must be only a very, very few men in the world, that I should like to marry; and of those few, it is ten to one I may never be acquainted with one; or if I should, it is twenty to one he may not happen to be single, or to take a fancy to me.
If we can only speak to slander our betters, let us hold our tongues.
There is perfect love in heaven!
I am truly miserable - more so than I like to acknowledge to myself. Pride refuses to aid me. It has brought me into the scrape, and will not help me out of it.