The more I see of the world, the more am i dissatisfied with it; and everyday confirms my belief of the inconsistencies of all human.

There are certainly not so many men of large fortune in the world, as there are pretty women to deserve them.

One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.

I begin already to weigh my words and sentences more than I did, and am looking about for a sentiment, an illustration, or a metaphor in every corner of the room. Could my Ideas flow as fast as the rain in the Storecloset it would be charming.

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

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.

I can always live by my pen.