I have frequently detected myself in such kind of mistakes... in a total misapprehension of character at some point or other: fancying people so much more gay or grave, or ingenious or stupid than they really are, and I can hardly tell why, or in what the deception originated. Sometimes one is guided by what other people say of them, without giving oneself time to deliberate and judge.

An agreeable manner may set off handsome features, but can never alter plain ones.

What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering?

She knew that when she played she was giving pleasure only to herself; but this was no new sensation

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

But remember that the pain of parting from friends will be felt by everybody at times, whatever be their education or state. Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience; or give it a more fascinating name: call it hope.

Everybody has their taste in noises as well as in other matters.