…but then I am unlike other people I dare say.
It is not every man's fate to marry the woman who loves him best
Never could I expect to be so truly beloved and important; so always first and always right in any man's eyes as I am in my father's.
Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first?
Nothing is more deceitful than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.
There could have never been two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.