My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.

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?

I do believe a young lady can't be too careful who she marries.

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.

Keep both heart and hand in your own possession, till you see good reason to part with them.

Chess-players are so unsociable, they are no company for any but themselves.

Life and hope must cease together.