Well, my comfort is, I am sure Jane will die of a broken heart, and then he will be sorry for what he has done.

I have no pretensions whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man.

An artist cannot do anything slovenly.

Arguments are too much like disputes.

He had an affectionate heart. He must love somebody.

It would be most right, and most wise, and, therefore must involve least suffering.

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.