“I often think,” said she, “that there is nothing so bad as parting with one's friends. One seems so forlorn without them.”

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

Nothing ever fatigues me, but doing what I do not like.

One cannot have too large a party. A large party secures its own amusement.

How can you contrive to write so even?

I have never yet found that the advice of a Sister could prevent a young Man's being in love if he chose it.

You were disgusted with the women who were always speaking and looking, and thinking for your approbation alone. I roused, and interested you, because I was so unlike them.