I don't mind how many letters I receive from one who interests me as much as you do. The receptive part of correspondence I can carry on with much alacrity. It is writing answers that I groan over.

You are a good young man," she said. "But I do not like husbands. I will never have another.

The wit of a family is usually best received among strangers.

The first condition of human goodness is something to love; the second, something to reverence.

She was no longer struggling against the perception of facts, but adjusting herself to their clearest perception.

I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come.

Don't you meddle with me, and I won't meddle with you.