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

If we can only speak to slander our betters, let us hold our tongues.

God will judge us by our own thoughts and deeds, not by what others say about us.

You need not fear me, for I not only should think it wrong to marry a man that was deficient in sense or in principle, but I should never be tempted to do it; for I could not like him, if he were ever so handsome, and ever so charming, in other respects; I should hate him—despise him—pity him—anything but love him. My affections not only ought to be founded on approbation, but they will and must be so: for, without approving, I cannot love. It is needless to say, I ought to be able to respect and honour the man I marry, as well as love him, for I cannot love him without.

How odd it is that we so often weep for each other's distresses, when we shed not a tear for our own!

He had not breathed a word of love, or dropped one hint of tenderness or affection, and yet I had been supremely happy. To be near him, to hear him talk as he did talk, and to feel that he thought me worthy to be so spoken to - capable of understanding and duly appreciating such discourse - was enough.

It is painful to doubt the sincerity of those we love.