He could not forgive her, but he could not be unfeeling. Though condemning her for the past, and considering it with high and unjust resentment, though perfectly careless of her, and though becoming attached to another, still he could not see her suffer, without the desire of giving her relief. It was a remainder of former sentiment; it was an impulse of pure, though unacknowledged friendship; it was a proof of his own warm and amiable heart.

But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.

Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

Everybody has their taste in noises as well as in other matters.

And now I may dismiss my heroine to the sleepless couch, which is the true heroine's portion - to a pillow strewed with thorns and wet with tears. And lucky may she think herself, if she get another good night's rest in the course of the next three months.

It is not every man's fate to marry the woman who loves him best

In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided between the sexes.