Goldsmith tells us, that when lovely woman stoops to folly, she has nothing to do but to die; and when she stoops to be disagreeable, it is equally to be recommended as a clearer of ill-fame.

All the privilege I claim for my own sex ... is that of loving longest, when existence or hope is gone.

Know your own happiness.

I am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice. I am happier even than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh.

We neither of us perform to strangers.

I am no indiscriminate novel reader. The mere trash of the common circulating library I hold in the highest contempt.

I am all astonishment.