I am not fit to marry. I am often cross, and I like my own way, and I have a distaste for men.

Short accounts make long friends.

It's dogged as does it.

But the hobbledehoy, though he blushes when women address him, and is uneasy even when he is near them, though he is not master ofhis limbs in a ball-room, and is hardly master of his tongue at any time, is the most eloquent of beings, and especially eloquent among beautiful women.

A man can't do what he likes with his coverts.

Never think that you're not good enough yourself. A man should never think that. People will take you very much at your own reckoning.

There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.