No one can be happy in eternal solitude.

You cannot expect stone to be as pliable as clay.

In love affairs, there is no mediator like a merry, simple-hearted child - ever ready to cement divided hearts, to span the unfriendly gulf of custom, to melt the ice of cold reserve, and overthrow the separating walls of dread formality and pride.

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

You may think it all very fine, Mr. Huntingdon, to amuse yourself with rousing my jealousy; but take care you don't rouse my hate instead. And when you have once extinguished my love, you will find it no easy matter to kindle it again.

A girl's affections should never be won unsought.

What business had I to think so much of one that never thought of me?