A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

A fondness for reading, which, properly directed, must be an education in itself.

Selfishness must always be forgiven you know, because there is no hope of a cure.

We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.

Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial, but generally speaking it is its weakness and not its strength that appears in a sick chamber.

She was humbled, she was grieved; she repented, though she hardly knew of what. She became jealous of his esteem, when she could no longer hope to be benefited by it. She wanted to hear of him, when there seemed the least chance of gaining intelligence. She was convinced that she could have been happy with him, when it was no longer likely they should meet.

His own enjoyment, or his own ease, was, in every particular, his ruling principle.