Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

Nobody minds having what is too good for them.

Every moment had its pleasure and its hope.

With a book he was regardless of time.

Where youth and diffidence are united, it requires uncommon steadiness of reason to resist the attraction of being called the most charming girl in the world.

There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.

Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.