For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?

I have not wanted syllables where actions have spoken so plainly.

Without scheming to do wrong, or to make others unhappy, there may be error and there may be misery. Thoughtlessness, want of attention to other people's feelings, and want of resolution, will do the business.

I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be yours.

I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.

Laugh as much as you choose, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.

I trust that absolutes have gradations.