I knew you would do me good in some way, at some time--I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you.

It is one of my faults, that though my tongue is sometimes prompt enough at an answer, there are times when it sadly fails me in framing an excuse; and always the lapse occurs at some crisis, when a facile word or plausible pretext is specially wanted to get me out of painful embarrassment.

Misery generates hate.

I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don't flatter me.

To you I am neither man nor woman. I come before you as an author only.

There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.

I can be on guard against my enemies, but God deliver me from my friends!