You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world.

For those who are not hungry, it is easy to palaver about the degradation of charity.

I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitments, awaited those who had the courage to go forth into it's expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst it's perils.

You have introduced a topic on which our natures are at variance - a topic we should never discuss: the very name of love is an apple of discord between us. If the reality were required, what should we do? How should we feel? My dear cousin, abandon your scheme of marriage - forget it.

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

The eagerness of a listener quickens the tongue of a narrator.

Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive. The sternest-seeming stoic is human after all, and to burst with boldness and good-will into the silent sea of their souls is often to confer on them the first of obligations.