Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can.
What is right to be done cannot be done too soon.
His feelings are warm, but I can imagine them rather changeable.
You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have never acknowledged.
How much I love every thing that is decided and open!
Now they were as strangers; nay worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted.